There weren't many in there, being mid week, Two men sitting at a table over one side, one man wearing stage makeup, an old chap at the bar and Aunty ...nd her friends sitting at a table by the door. Auntie was a big woman with long grey hair, on one side of her was another woman that she was talking to, but what took my attention was a woman of about 40 sitting on the other side wearing a Midlands Red bus conductors uniform, complete with red piping along the sleeves and trousers, and sitting on. I rode the electric pony until I don’t remember getting off—figuratively and literally.My friend Q is very good with his hands. He also can build and make some very imaginative toys and ‘furniture’. Last night we debuted his latest creation—a wooden pony with an electric mane. I’ve ridden the pony many times before so I know the dread, and secret anticipation, that swell in the pit of my stomach from the time, usually a couple days in advance, he tells me that our next meeting will begin with a. I stand up at once as I know he was not able to hold more and put his cock in my hand, start stroking it and help him to cum on my boobs. “Oh, baby.. yes.. you are awesome… wow.. yesssss”.And he was finished now. The other man is looking at me like a dog watching bone. He kneels me down again with kind effort holding my back. I am unable to resist and did what he want. He put his big cock inside wet pussy wasting no time. He started with mild strokes but soon he gets the speed and started. I pulled on the light dress. It barely covered my bottom. Charlotte went to a dresser and dug out a well-worn pair of leggings. “You are not used to the heat yet. These may help keep you from getting sun burned. You still probably will get burned but it will not be your legs.” I asked, “What is the work you do during the day” while I pulled on the leggings. “We have a very large garden, sheds for chickens, and we fix breakfast and supper for everyone. Oh, we also have a schedule for cleaning.