"This is what is called a Wooden Pony. In my next story Jennifer is going to ride one of these, and I want Sally to ride it now so she can tell me how... it feels, and I can then accurately describe Jennifer's feelings for the book."Sally groaned as Phil lifted her up and had Keith take one of her legs and put it over the other side of the beam! Then he and Keith carefully lowered Sally until she was straddling the beam, with her feet still well off the floor, her newly shaved pussy pressed hard. She remarked that with two younger brothers at home, she had to be more conservative back home. After the first time I saw her in panties and a tee without a bra, I said to myself I can get used to this. After the first month we were both quite comfortable around each other and it was no big deal for her to see me just in my undies. I liked taking glances at her nipples that poked through her tight tops - not to mention a perfect ass in booty shorts or panties. She was clean, worked out. Cary worked long hours, doing his part to manage the family businesses, but Veronica never felt alone. Clay, Anja, and the other Hobard women were always ready to help: giving suggestions about setting up the household, providing introductions to the cream of society, helping entertain Cary’s business acquaintances, getting her involved in the most important volunteer activities. Yet they never seemed to be intruding. A phone call here, a luncheon there, a suggestion for a caterer or florist. Surely she knew they could hear her.Just as Robbie had said, every few nights she would bring home somebody and they would hear those noises for a while before the man left. Robbie had also told them it was very often a different man although he’d recognized some repeat visitors when he’d peeked out to see who it was.One Friday night after work she stayed home instead of heading for the bar. She had a bottle of whiskey that a previous man visitor had left and she got into it after dinner. After.