” Then, smiling, he grabs my hand pulls me from the booth. “Maggie I’m leaving the shop in your capable hands and we’re going to go upstairs t...o my place and get caught up. I’ll be back in a couple hours call if you guys need anything.”“Oh Shoo,” Maggie smiled. “John you worry too much. We will be fine have fun catching up.”I stumble a bit as I’m ushered out the back door of the shop and through a doorway with stairs leading up to the second story. Closing the door, John turns me slightly and. I guess I do look a bit like one." She smiled. "Why don't you come over for a visit, princess Celestia? I'll make us some tea."Celestia hesitated. "While I would love nothing better than to spend a little time with you, I have royal duties that need my attention." Just one cup of tea?" Bonnibel smiled. "I have oatmeal cookies. I could even have the Banana Guards fetch up some plain old oats, if you prefer. Heck, some of the Banana Guards are quite ripe, if that's what you prefer."Celestia. I couldn’t believe you were already asleep when I got home last night. I’ve been saving up for you!”Then, quick as a wink, he wiped off his still dripping cock, slipped on his biking clothes and was out the door in less than two minutes.I waited until I could hear the front door closing, and emerged from the closet. Despite my trepidation about what had just happened, my cock was hard as steel, tenting my pants. Lena’s eyes went directly to the bulge in my crotch, and they widened with. She had thought to turn around in the field immediately in front of her. It would probably been okay, but she had not seen the cattle grid over the bonnet of her clapped out Ford Escort. The first part of manoeuvring had gone fine. Going forward was never a problem to her, but reversing always caused her some anxiety. She managed to get a tyre stuck fast between two bars of the grid, bending one a little to allow the tyre to pass through. It was terrible luck really, but seemed to happen to her.