”“That’s it?”She shrugged pleasantly. “Usually. Sometimes I might wear some stockings, but mostly not. Listen, when you do get undressed, re...member where you put your clothes! You’ll have to come home at some point.” My eyes widened at the thought of losing my clothes and trying to get home again.The weather was warm, so Daddy wore khakis and a tennis sweater and loafers without socks. I couldn’t tell if he was wearing underpants, but I know there was nothing under the sweater. Mom had on a long. I bent down and gave her pussy repeated small kisses. Then I moved up her hairy body, feeling the hair tickling my bare skin as I slid up her until I got once again to her breasts. Each breast and nipple received a series of kisses and the nipples sucked. I suckled enough on each to bring up some milk and then moved on. I realized I liked the taste of her milk but Linddi needed it, not me. When I arrived at her face, I gazed at her, inspecting her face. Maybe for the first time I really, I mean. It said in a soft gruff voice when it got to the fence. My name is Al, Short for Alonzo. Whats your name? Angel backed up a few steps at the sound of the gruff voice. You surprised me, I never met a talking horse before. She said covering her tits and pussy with her arms and hands. Im Angel, I think. Its so confusing here I sometimes wonder who I am. Al snorted. Who do you think you are? Angel got the impression the pony was making fun of her and leering at her at the same time. My mother and. ” I said, “give me minute to shower.I enjoy showers and I usually take my time, but I was finished that day in ten minutes. We both took our bikes and it took us 25 minutes to get to the castle. We were a bit too early. Castle didn’t open yet. So we sat down and asked me where I was from.“Ghent” i said, “It’s a small city here in Belgium.”, “that’s nice”, she replied, “I never got your name.”“I’m andy, you are….?”“Alice”, she replied with a smile.“that’s a beautiful name. you brought your.