I finally asked how long she had been having a relationship with Kris, Judy smiled and said “why do you think I have been going in twice a week for ...he last 10 years?” She then turned to me and smiled and said, “pull into the truck stop ahead and let’s see what happens.”I pulled off and went over to a quieter side of the parking lot and sure enough a semi and a van pulled over by us. A trucker got out of the semi and walked over to us and Judy got out of our SUV and got on her knees and gave. . .' Then she looks down at the silk blouse puddling at her feet. She feels the warm breezes moving over her skin like a lover's hands and moans softly when she sees her nipples rising proud of her white breasts.She steps from her sandals. Her slacks and panties join her top on the ground at her feet. 'What the hell am I doing? Why do I feel... Why am I so...?' Her mind swims as she steps out, walking slowly forward into the firelight.When she reaches the edge of the blanket, the kneeling. She wasn’t the only bitch in the stable.One of the male ponies was angry that they don’t allow men to compete. “Half the events are female only,” he sighed. He sounded very effeminate. He told us his name was Rainbow Sparkle. That seemed to mean something to Stefan. It was from a cartoon they both watched. Rainbow Sparkle (Sparkle for short) even had a tattoo of the pony on his arm.“Someone come up here and DO me.” With an obvious double-entendre Barbara offered to let someone throw bean bags. " Next thing you know, she's going to want her own team," Mark laughed."She can wait a while for that," Mike responded. "It's going to take a lot of mushing to keep the dogs in shape, especially for a trip like Warsaw and back. All they've had so far is short sprints, and I can see we're going to have to push them a little." Yeah," Mark said. "And, they're going to lose their edge a little as it is. Starting a week from tomorrow, we can't run them for two weeks, and they're going to have to sit.