The sky was low with the smog that had settled in from the bay, and a half-ridden sun broiled the sweating city mercilessly. It was hot, noisy, crampe...d and stinking. It was progress."Hey, get the hell out of the way!"Ann Walker jerked her head up, and stepped quickly back up onto the curb. An irate cab driver squealed around her, blasting his horn at the same time, and staring at her as though she'd insulted him personally by having delayed him the two-and-a-half seconds she'd been standing in. He was just looking at a pair of silky gold panties with matching corset and garter belts when the formidable woman descended upon him, positioning herself as to trap him between racks of feminine items.“Looking for something for a wife or girlfriend are we?” He first went cold and felt like a criminal, or schoolboy caught by the headmistress, doing something he shouldn’t. He gasped as the smiling woman’s breasts heaved in her tight white silk blouse; the smile almost a sneer, his cock stirred. They were shown to their stall naked of course. I had done my homework, ponygirls would be dressed in lycra bodysuits that ended with an extra high collar and extra-long sleeves and leggings. Jenna and Hanna would be black stallions while Gina and Nina would be Pinto ponies. Special Lycra hoods with openings for their eyes and mouth; and on top for their hair to be in a ponytail, matched the pattern of the bodysuit which had open crotch access as well. One must be able to answer natures call. Personally, I was never too big on the idea of drinking, especially seeing as we were only around twenty years old. Of course, I was the exception to this, being a bit of a prude when it came to well...everything. Truth be told, the only reason why I even contemplated going to this stupid thing was to call out Henry, my stupid boyfriend, on some stupidity he pulled about a week or so ago.I was at his place, helping him (or trying at least) to study for his Calculus 1 exam. Things were going.