HowI envied the single pony girls being led around by their handlers. Sofree! Every move that I made was choreographed to match that of Katy's.By now ... had gotten used to being a pony-girl; I just relieved myselfwhere I stood. We even seemed to do that together most of the time.Everyone accepted that as normal pony-girl behavior.After standing for hours on end watching endless dressage competitions itwas our turn to perform. We were led out into the ring and hitched to atwo wheel pony trap. Our. She unzipped a little her gray tracksuit. “It's hot” she said and continued asking me how old I was. “I'm eighteen years old” I answered while I was heavy breathing due to the climb.-“Then, you are and adult. You are a handsome boy, nice enough to pleasure a woman like me”.-“Please stop, I only came here to help you I don't pretend to have sex” I said while looking at her brown eyes.Well, I know you are a nice boy. And a compulsive wanker as I have seen in your hanged out briefs.I got ashamed. I know they don’t give a damn that I’m married. We’re not talking about love, honey, just lust like I had with them before I met you. Did it stop me from being in love with you? Not at all even though I was seeing some of them when we first started dating. I was a good girl, you know, and didn’t let them get inside me even after you took my virginity. I have some honor, don’t forget.”“Shit, we’ve run out of time. I’ll talk to you in a few days so be thinking about what I said.”[a few days later. I took a hard nipple in my fingers and squeezed it gently, getting rewarded by more moans and shivers. My whole being was involved in pleasing and enjoying. I kept fucking Lola, faster now, playing with her breasts and licking her spine and neck.We kept at it for a while, until I felt Lola's pussy muscles contract around my cock. At that, I rose to my knees, still inside her and lifting her left leg high, I started pounding her hard and fast. My cock, at every thrust was hitting her G spot.