The villa they were staying is was nothing less than remarkable. It was like something out of a dream. While they had their own bedroom, they shared...the villa with four other couples who were all attractive and sexy and looking to create some remarkable sensual memories themselves. There were chefs on hand to make gourmet meals night and day, a masseuse was on there at the mere snap of the fingers to rub away any tension or stress one might possibly have, and workshops, if you could call. But she said "shush" so i just lay back and enjoyed her handywork on my cock.I wasn't far off cumming and thought i'd better warn her even though my deep breathing sort of gave it away, her hands were hardly touching my cock just the nylon gliding up and down my phallus, I'm sure she'd done this many times to my grandfather the lucky git no wonder he didn't give in easily to cancer, he had this to live for, she was so skillful with her actions.After telling me to be quiet, a weird thing. I was pressing her breast. I couldn’t control myself and I quickly opened her blouse and bra. Her boobs just bounced out…her nipples were standing like a rock. I started to suck them…I almost was chewing her half breast then she told me to take of my pant. I asked her to suck my cock. She quickly went down and started sucking hard, she looked professional, but suddenly she said “I had never even sucked my husband cock” and started to suck harder. She was enjoying every moment of it. I told her. That is the good part of having sex with a ponygirl, no babies and noSTDs. The ponygirl virus attacks anything that come into my body andrecreates it in it's own image.Except dick is seems.And the final transformation was even worse that I'd remembered it. Hoursseemed like weeks and days seemed like years.It took me a few days afterward to even remember who I was. I was totallyin a fog.Then the next week I started ponygirl training in earnest.Now I had a tail to swish and hooves to learn how to.