"Well... all right... one more. But tomorrow you go to the store and make sure to buy more!" Oh, I will!" Pam promised.She giggled on her way to the s...hed. Of course, she would buy more carrots. Lots of them! Her mother believed she was simply feeding them to her pony. Well, she was, but in a way that would have boggled her mother's mind!Pam closed herself in the shed with her pinto for the third time that afternoon. She was breathless with anticipation and girlish excitement. Her tits heaved. Would she?I watched, mesmerized. She stopped and adjusted the cups of the latex bra she wore. I didn't remember Sally have breasts that size. Then again, I had never seen them revealed so dramatically. The brunette in question also wore a leather skirt that looked like nothing more than a belt with lots of straps hanging from it. An addition to the line that my Paramour, Chloe, had worn the first time I collared her. Different situation, different time. It seemed like ages ago, but it hadn't. “E” looked at me and said “Ah, look at the poor girl! She comes all the way over here and then we neglect her!”Because I’m silly and often take things way too literally I started stammering out a response about how everything was okay and I was very much enjoying myself. I just kept on rambling like that until a smiling “N” kissed me to shut me up. It was another long, lingering kiss. “E” used that time to fetch a condom from a drawer. When “N” broke our kiss and leaned back, his wife placed. My wife comes home and comes and sits next to me on the couch and tells me, "guess what!", with a huge smile. I say, "we hit the jackpot", and she says, "better! You remember that girl we thought was hot? Well, her name is Nicole, and we talked for like 5 minutes just now, and we're going to hang out tomorrow!" I stick my hand up and say, "hi five, that's awesome!" Let's speed shit up. So, Nicole comes over and we hang out. My wife tells me to flirt with her, but in a subtle way. My wife.