I listened as she slid her legs back and lay forward on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows as she rubbed the palms of her hands up and dow...n along my thighs. Slowly, her fingers ascended my thighs, rubbing into the flesh of my skin until the tips of her fingers were touching at the edge of the hairs surrounding my pussy. I could feel her hot breath against my skin. I was so relaxed.And then I heard her moan softly as she whispered, "Oh yes." I then felt a warm, wet touch against my. "The burros are always doing that. The horses, too, at least the geldings and the stud. It doesn't mean anything, I don't think. My husband used to tell me that they ran their cocks out to cool them off!" Yes, I can see that it isn't hard," Doreen whispered. "But the size of the thing! Are horses much bigger than that?" Come to think of it, they're not," Eileen remarked. "That's a curious thing about animals, at least horses and burros. There isn't much difference in their cocks when they're. It would be fun for me to be in control again.“There is one more thing, though,” he added. I came to realize there was always a catch or one more thing with Michael. “The Hannigans will be visiting for dinner,” he said.The Hannigans are our next-door neighbors. Their son Ricky was Michael’s age, and he has always had the hots for Courtney.“They aren’t going to sit by while I spank Courtney in the living room, Sir,” I said nicely.“This was your fantasy,” Michael chuckled. I had written about it. "Linda says, "Don't lavish too much praise on him, it'll only go to hishead."I wonder which head she's referring to. Linda continues, "Last time I told him how cute his legs were, heparaded around the house swishing his baby doll back and forth, soeveryone would be sure to see his legs. Finally mummy put a stop to itby smacking his thighs with a switch. You should have heard the sissyhowl. Of course, it wasn't so much from the pain, but from the horror ofseeing his precious leggies get all.