Lying in her bed, finger fucking herself wasn’t something she enjoyed, she preferred it just “happen”, to have an orgasm while taking a shower.o...oErica turned up the volume on the car radio and sang along to AC/DC’s Thunderstruck as her ‘69 Mustang coasted along the winding road. She had gotten it six years earlier and after spending some money on it, she thought it was the best investment she had made, or at least the most gratifying. The V8 rumbled and with the wind in her hair, she was a. They both shared the dream of being two sister ponygirls in side by sideharness, pulling Master or whom ever he designated.Under this regimen Belle's body was also loosing her belly fat andregaining her earlier flexibility and dancer's strength.They were both now in so much better physical shape, than they had known,for more than 20 years.Sewing Session:Her planned, Sexual Reassignment Surgery (SRS) was still a minimum of sixmonths away. Now, she was all healed from the preliminaries,. Though never having to worry about going soft, my tongue was nevertheless exhausted."Lord God all mighty! I don't think I've ever came like that!" she panted breathlessly."New experiences will broaden your mind," I commented sagely. She giggled and kissed me again."Umm... I can taste myself on you lips."We cuddled until she was rested. Grinning, she reached between us and found my now fully erect cock."I feel like entering a rodeo."I grinned back. "Heehaw. Ride 'em, cowgirl."She placed the. 'Cep' I don' read so good."Illiterate too! "Why don't you run away? You said he doesn't keep you prisoner." I don' got no place to go. Nuttin' I can do. I be jus' a maid." Then she cheered up. "Besides, I got me a mon here. Mistuh Fipps, he be a good mon." But you were a man! A white man! What,? How can you,?"She shrugged again. "I be a mon a long time ago." Only three, maybe four years, Sam thought. "I no be a mon now." It was too obvious, from her dulcet soprano voice to her.