I could feel it pretty much from the moment we crossed the tracks. It was more powerful than I had imagined it to be, even with Dad's awed description.... I felt its presence wash over me like waves on a shore. If I had not been sitting, I probably would not have been able to remain standing. I struggled to make that adjustment, to regain my balance and add this new presence to my environment. I had lost track of our travels during my struggle, so I was unsure how far we'd come, or which way we'd. Every time I go over it's the highlight of my week. Melony can't say the same. She was definitely the black sheep of her flock. I think part of what made us work so well was because I considered myself the black sheep of my own family. It was something we bonded over. The difference between Melony and me is that I can keep my mouth shut when something bothers me.Melony's older sister Lizzy was often the instigator. Lizzy was the same age as me, three years older than Melony but she was. As we stood at the horse she looked under him and ask if she tack off her dress I told her she was craze but her close was on the grown and she was on her knees and was playing with this horse’s balls and as she suck on them I could see his dick coming out and as it drop out Aim graved it and open her mouth and got the head of that big ass dick in her mouth. Aim suck and stroked the horse shaft and the faster she got the horse started to move and with out warning that horse shot his load down. She had to cum or go crazy. She grabbed his wrist, ramming it hard into her hole. The cab driver’s fist bottomed out deep in her cunt with at hard impact. Barbara’s body then burst into a violent orgasm. Her cunt gripped the cabby’s hand flooding it with her fresh juices. His wrist felt her hole tighten as if to snap it off. And Barbara held him inside her, letting herself enjoy the fullness inside her cumming hole. When she came out of her delirious state, she spread her legs and helped him.