Doreen would bring me regular cups of tea and we’d chat a bit. One morning, she brought me some tea and, as she stood by me chatting, I put my hand ...on the back of her knee and started to slide it very slowly up the back of her thigh. She didn’t object at all, even when my hand was far enough up her dress to feel her panty girdle, smooth over her ass. In fact, she leaned over and we kissed. I stood up as we continued to kiss and I unbuttoned the front of her dress. I moved her onto the bed and. She laughed and reached around behind Olivia to give her pet a loving pat and squeeze on her rump, "Merriweather, dear girl, you have learned well since you first offered yourself to us. Flattery will get you everywhere, especially with me."The Pony bashfully averted her gaze. Her face warmed with the feel of her owner's paw on her bottom and kind words in her long, equine ears. "Have you ever done anything like this before, Olivia?" Merriweather asked."No," came the reply, "I've never had. We had a pitcher and I topped everyone off. The barman stopped by later to pick up the empty pitcher and wiped down the table with a rag. He took the pitcher and left the rag. I slipped it into my pocket and said, "Let's go."I wasn't sure where we were going but we started walking. A taxi pulled up in front of the building we were in front of and a twenty-something lady got out. She had three shopping bags and her purse. I stopped to help her and she was very leery. I said, "Let me help." I. A sharp intake of air. You stop, and let me accustom my body to your hand. I look at you, and as you look back I feel you hands move inside me. As I bite my bottom lip, you take that as my invitation to be fisted. Slowly, with determination, you start. I have never felt my pussy be fucked like this before. I feel as if I'm an extension to you. Your eyes move from my face, and stare intently at your hand moving backwards and forwards, rotating 180°, left to right, right to left. As you pull back.