.. this happened several times over the next couple weeks. i sent her a message one afternoon, to meet me sat night, change of plans. she kept askig,...what are we doing, where are we going? told her going to a motel,going to be a long night i owe you for several Bj's. i didnt think she'd show, but she did... we dropped her car off, asked if she needed anything before we got to the motel, she was wearing jeans, sweater, and boots. i mentioned something to the effect that she had no idea. Fingersteaks, ahhhhh. A true regional favorite largely unique to Idaho. As described, a buttermilk batter over slices of steak sliced to the size of a finger, then deep fried. Delicious, but also a pain in the ass to make. It is one of the things I miss most about not living in Idaho anymore. There are many recipes available on how to make them, but they are best with a real buttermilk batter.Chapter 53Yes, if anybody has been wondering what Holly's body looks like, just look at Desiree. I thought about our promise about always be honest with each other and i was undecided about keeping this from him. But i thought that for now, when he asked about it, i was going to say nothing happened. After all, he wouldn’t know for sure unless Jack told him, which i thought unlikely. i was worried because i and didn’t know how convincing i could be. i knew it would be very difficult since he always seemed to know what i was thinking. But i thought keeping it secret was best for now.Jack. “H-HOLY– H- Holy fuck.. Oh my god, oh my god.. “ Kristen screamed as the meaty equivalent of a Louisville slugger impaled her. Not wasting a second, the great animal started pounding away at Kristen just like she were one of the mares on the other side of the building. For all intents and purposes, she was. Her pussy needed a lot of stretching to accommodate the same sheer mass of horse schlong that the average mare took, and it was going to get gaped that way whether or not Kristen was ready.