She wrapped her legs around his waist and with a soft smile, let him know she was ready. She wrapped her arms around his neck"Tommy I have waited for ...his for so long..." she whispered."Me too, baby."Then Tommy pressed forward sliding easily into her hot, wet channel. Both moaned as her flesh engulfed him fully. With her arms wrapped tight around him, he lowered his face to hers, kissing her again as he began moving within her with long slow strokes. She raised her hips up, to give him deeper. Barely recognizable as Atlanta Starr, this girl was wholesome and fresh, the kind you’d be delighted to take home to meet your Mom and her friends.The kind of ... wholesome ... girl that your Mom would welcome with open arms and open heart.I quickly suppressed that thought; Mel and I had some pretty fundamental decisions to make before we could even consider meeting the parents. I pushed myself a little more upright against the bed head so she could see that she had my full attention.She stood. ”“I will transform you into a pony girl if I decide to take possession of you and pony girls can expect to wear one fairly regularly.”“Yes, Sir.”“Stand and turn 90 degrees to your left.”“Should I keep my cheeks spread or place my hands behind my head.”Charles smiled at her question. This one definitely had potential.“Hands behind your head.”This time he just briefly gazed at her before telling her to turn and face him. He stepped back a pace when she was facing him and swept his eyes down her. Unlike many of the rides we had had to this point, there was not a staggered start. The entire herd was going to start together, with a starter’s pistol no less! Some poor harried looking young woman had the unenviable job of trying to sort the riders out by the pace. Since a lot of recreational riders have no real idea what their pace is, most of them were probably in groups that were too fast, or too slow. However, the group of egos that made up the ‘shaved leg club’ knew where they rightly.