“I would prefer not to have a conversation where we kid ourselves. We have the same ideals, but we both know you’re more qualified. I just happen ...o be prettier.” “I... I can’t believe you just said that.” Brad’s hand gripped the chair tighter. Tamara shrugged, dragging a hand from his neck down. Rested her fingers at his sternum. Her gaze never left his. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?” “You’re a beauty pageant contestant, Tamara. I don’t think you need my affirmation.” He glanced down at her. Nathan couldn't be sure if Aaron was faking it or not but then Aaron's entire body started shaking. "God dammit, Aaron. Why do I have to suffer for your stupidity?" Nathan reached back to make sure the comforter was covering Aaron's body completely then gripped Aaron’s ass and hauled him closer. He shivered. Aaron was drawing the warmth from his body like a wick. Fucking lunatic. Nathan closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable, and sighed contentedly as Aaron's cold hand found its way. ..”“Yeah?” the man asks, looking back up at the horse, his voice wavering slightly.“I wonder if you can help me with something.” He smiles warmly.Casey gulps. “Yeah ... sure ... What, uh, do you need help with?” He can see a slight glimmer in Jessie’s eye.The horse stands up and offers his hand. Casey hesitates, but only for a brief moment. Taking the hand, he is lifted to his feet. They come facing one another in silence. Jessie is just as tall as he is, just as muscular, and their pricks are. Suddenly she felt like a hand lightly caressing her left breast. She now is awake, but not moving or even opening her eyes as she feels pressure sliding over her breast. She opens her eyes just a bit to see what was happining, then she feels what she now knows are hands on both her breasts, slowly almost seductively squeezing and massaging them. She slowly tilted her head down in the dim light, and could see what could only be described as imprints of fingers on her breasts slowly teasing them..