I've had better food at the street vendors on Euclid Avenue." The dinner surprised me as to how ordinary it was; I thought the food belonged in a two ...tar place at best.After dinner we circulated greeting and talking to the other people; most of whom I wouldn't be able to point out again if they ran their Mercedes over me. I met more than one boyfriend or husband that looked like they'd rather be in the sports bar down the street. Abby and I approached the small crowd at the head table saying. There were about three hundred people in the stands already with more filling in and more coming down the field towards the track. All of those in the stands were clapping and cheering. Monica followed the others around in the peculiar high stepping gait of the pony girls. Each time one took a step, their tails swished in the air. As the racer passed the start and finish line the announcer would give the racers name, and their ranch. Jennifer tuned it all out, focusing on Monica. Watching for. I can't just leave now. So I warily let the man wash me. He was very thorough. While he was washing me, I realized that he was right. Some small spots I would've just missed. He was also very professional about it, which was very reassuring.Once I was clean and dry, they gave me a plate of food. "This meat is the same food as what you'll be wearing. We don't want you getting hungry during the party, so you can have some now." Thanks. It smells really good, what is it?" It's a secret. It showed her pussy and I stared.It had been a long time for me too.She stopped and pulled a light blanket across her crotch. "Don't get distracted here. It's important!" So we got married and I gave up my plans at the University, for graduate school, for running my dad's business and moved to Fort Benning to be with this guy. I was in like, in lust and in love all with the same guy. Then he got shipped off to never-never land."Being a highly sexed individual – and that's an understatement – I.