I mean, let's face it, even the most mainstream fetishes are not widely accepted. Mark read my emotions as they ran across my face. "Steven, man, calm...down. What Christie is trying to tell you is that we throw those parties. I've even had a photographer there several times for photo shoots." I about fell out of my chair. This couldn't be real. They had to be pulling my leg. I probed a bit to see if what I was hearing was true or their way of entertainment. I asked them when they got started,. ..don't break too many hearts"Mom and I sat the rest of the evening in the den in our nightshirtsdrinking tea and discussing over and over the events of my life. Shetold me it was obvious that father would never accept. Then again, shesaid, he is never around so there is nothing for him to decide upon. Wehad our own lives as the years passed without him, so it would be noproblem keeping him at arms length in this new chapter of my/our life.It was so easy now, talking to my Mom sitting there in. She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing eyes reminded. You can do it." And I did. A few minutes later, I rode the mare for half a turn around the pen, but it had taken me, all told, four hours to ride a wild horse.It became plainly obvious that Treeya had some higher-level connection with the horses that Sheel, Roya or I were not privileged to have. Treeya was able to direct the horses with very little effort, however this was not the case for her three mates. The horses allowed us to sit on their backs, but if Treeya was not close at hand, getting.