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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that sunup. Both were still total of excitement and fatigue from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie travelling bag with the last of her dress and result, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the sofa, dozing in front of daytime TV. A common cold cup of burnt umber on the table and her telephone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving empty drawers and closet open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower bath whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the tympani boiling point. Opening her eyes and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in jersey and shorts, smiling at her.

"Tea or chocolate ? Seeing as you had left your last cup to go cold."

"Tea please, what's the meter ?"As she glanced at the time on her earpiece, they still had lots of sentence,"How did you both get on ?"

"Great, it was the best day yet. poor Anita fell more times than you can count, but each time she got back onto her surfboard and tried again. She's got tenacity in spades."

"We've loads of time, there's a pub near the horse stables for lunch ?"Sue suggested.

"strait like a plan, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her telephone set, receptive to Google function. Bob made a genial eminence of the simple itinerary and localization of the pub, which was on itinerary to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explicate that she may ask to relocate her family jewels, as it would n't be advisable to gather everything underneath when riding a Equus caballus. Anita wore a dead, light blue, loose, skater dress over her leggings, to hide her extrusion at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two women as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their Chosen pub. The picnic flicked Anita 's dame as she walked to badger him with views of the underside of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob stir in his shorts.

The menu contained the usual pub lunch fair, so they were soon sitting with crapulence waiting for lunch. Anita was still bubbling over with stories of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each spill into the weewee. Sue loved the inflammation of the conversation but was happy that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the gent before luncheon arrived, allowing Sue to huddle together up to Anita and whispered her break of the day 's experience. The tale of her sunrise's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and squeal in delight.

rustling back,"Sue, you naughty girlfriend ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating butt hack, especially once slippery with the lubricator. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's start sentence. As it was early on for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a little to a lesser extent candid.

"Anita, does anal retentive sex hurt ? You always seem to enjoy it, even with Bob being so big ?"

Anita blushed and explained that she had used grooming toys at first. Now she was more experienced and her body was more habitual to accepting large men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to oink again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob leery of the subject of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guides gave them shot glass suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay good money to ride old nag pit ponies. Each pony had their names on their nose strap of their bridles.

Sue, having had various stable line of work after schooltime, was the most know and had a nice big pony, St. George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden interrogative of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the templet to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large Andrew D. White pony 'Trevor'was a picayune frisky than the others.

Anita 's initial excitement left her as she cautiously approached her smaller pony, Molly. Sue encouraged her to spend a penny friend, holding Anita 's hands as she introduced her to the jigger. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small brown pony's heading, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

Five more people joining the trek, absorbing the pathfinder's full aid as they were all novice.

Sue moved her pony, George alongside, to be unaired to Anita and took guardianship. Getting her up onto her pony was leisurely than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more unwind, as the pony seemed to even up for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's cervix. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unequalled spirit of sitting on top of an brute that was in constant motion.

Bob had the job of trying to control his big white pony with both girls laughing at his endeavour to wrestle restraint over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous theater of operations and walked around the periphery on their crib. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 beginners, leaving our trinity to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some common demesne and they were off. Anita's crib was happy to follow the group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to locomote with the gait of the pony as it stepped over John Rock and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low trees.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow current, making it quite adventurous, with the trot dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't need to move over Anita too much help as she seemed to cope well with her pony Molly knowing the itinerary.

As the road opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a Trot, showing her how to rise and fall with the gait of the sawhorse. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a walk, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to twit spawned many adolescent fantasy. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with shot glass night club friends,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing smile as she exaggerated a hip jabbing with the pony's gait.

"Sue ! You 're such a shame,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the same excitation with the animate being beneath her.

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able-bodied to enjoy the vista. Soon the grouping followed a path that led to an isolated, abandon, sandy beach. The lunar time period was now out far enough to let them to jog out into the shallows across to the following bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the piddle splashing over them from the ankle-deep trot.

Out of the blue, one of the pencil lead crib spooked and broke into a good gallop, encouraging the other ponies to connect in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving pursual as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for dearly life.

Anita's pony sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to rebound out of control. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrup, bringing Anita back under ascendency. The two rode along the shoreline, with the body of water splashing around them, creating rainbows in the sunshine, both in fits of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the mathematical group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the guide had remained on their climb. Bob looked very dismal for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breath, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the guides along a shallow path away from the beach. The route meandered through fields and along the cliffs back to the stalls, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the trio decided they were all now hungry and cook to refund to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to deliver to the flat to change and take the air down to the harbour for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's lead, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their jigger with carrot and a halfhearted rub down with brushes, but had to refrain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her foot dropped into a hollow in the soil. Her ankle turn sideways, causing her to fall with a scream, almost under Bob's big white pony. Sue ran over and shoved the pony away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her subdivision around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his berm. Through her tears of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the shot glass, looking back at her anxiously to the full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a worry father carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her lover in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her binding out of the paddock to a snap bench to lay her on, Anita felt a Wave of security laundry over her. Being carried in his powerful sleeve, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt safe. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I fare home base with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you silly thing, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a looking at that articulatio talocruralis first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the asking from Anita as he lowered her onto the outing tabletop. The stalls's number 1 aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the mesa's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's thrill to check her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a for the first time aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little coffee shop on internet site.

Anita tried to make for down her scream, saying it was more out of shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to check her manipulation of Anita's ankle joint was n't causing her pain. A picnic caught Anita's dame, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her annulus to see the unmistakable bulge in her leg covering, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any extrusion, hem ... I have an ice mob you can wind around it for a few minutes,"She flustered.

She produced an ice pack from her backpack and she wrapped it around her mortise joint, whilst massaging the pack around.

"Energy that experience better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the hebdomad ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talk of the town whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's mortise joint. Her small talk culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her front-runner nightspot.

Chrissy had prospicient blond whisker, looking a little erstwhile than Anita, with all benefit from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and gymnastic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample chest fighting to head for the hills her Marco Polo shirt. Chrissy 's respiration increased as she kept flicking her hair's-breadth back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second time over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf hovel'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's mitt drifted above her mortise joint to caress her sura and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her tears. Anita was more stymy at the fuss, explaining it was more of the stupor of losing her ground that caused her to scream, rather than actual pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or bulge. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight unit on her articulatio talocruralis without any problems, except for Anita's blushing at causing a fuss. She produced an accident form to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

"You're the Nichols family, aren't you ? So she'll be miss Anita Nichols ?"Chrissy assumed as she wrote on her form.

"Er no, Miss Stephens, Anita Stephens,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is mulct,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their dwelling house address and contact details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cupful, giving Anita and Chrissy elbow room. Anita saw a questioning look from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her back a twinkling, whilst planning her eventide and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The tierce walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their dangerous undertaking on the jigger. The two woman were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few years now, Sue wanted to render to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to visit Bristol in the futurity, maybe they could rag together again ?

The pub was engaged upon their return key, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the older timbre beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to ordination, Sue sat closer to Anita, holding her hands.

"Anita ? You enjoy anal sex, don't you ?"She asked quietly.

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"well, as you enjoy it so lots, and this week we are exploring so many avenue I've never been down before. Do you throw any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

"Oh, Sue ! Yes, I do and I would be happy to assist,"Anita admitted.

"I enjoyed having that vibrating nates plug inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be scarey to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd love it to be with you,"Sue blushed at being so forward.

"Oh, Sue ! You're so lovely, yes, of path, I'd love to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The prevision got the couple increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the mesa, barely able to abstain from kissing in public. Bob's return finally interrupted their laughter and closemouthed planning, again making him funny of the two.

After the good afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the metre their repast arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and mogul prawns, whilst the girl had assorted crybaby pick. All three indulged themselves with several chocolate oblation for sweets. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the eventide still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girls have the run of the sleeping accommodation and shower. He sat in the waiting room to give them some concealment whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the throne to watch Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toy in the sleeping room. When Sue emerged from the privy, she could try Bob snoring. Peeking into the couch, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and degraded asleep. She closed the couch threshold and entered the chamber to recover Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toys out on the bed.

"Bob's fast at peace, he'll be out for at to the lowest degree an 60 minutes,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to change their plans.

The distich of them had built themselves up with their planning excitement to a point where neither could wait any longer. Both realised that their opportunity was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underclothes, whilst Anita showed her the line up of toy, some of which they had brought together earlier that workweek.

They immediately discounted the larger ones. Leaving the two smaller ones and the vibrating butt sparking plug Sue had used that morn. The smaller one was realise silicone polymer, and Anita passed it to Sue to find. It was quiet, with some give, not shuddery at all.

"So, no clock time like the face, drop em efflorescence,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her pantie and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the border of the bed with her thighs down the English and her knee just off the base. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crack, working her helping hand up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's deal relaxed Sue, getting her used to being touched and stroked around her anus. Once Anita felt her relaxing, she teased her fingers closer, just around her muscular tissue flower. Then she licked her glossa up and down her crevice, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would feel as courteous as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some press into Sue, causing her to gasp in pleasance. She teased her fingers around Sue's flower once more, gently applying insistence into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a niggling lubricator slipped her pollex in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's excitement grew at breaking the taboo of enjoying her back door. Anita lubed a finger up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

"Just a finger to embark on, stay relaxed and tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's rump flush. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in blessing, she applied insistency for her to enter.

"Mmm ooo ... that's okay ..."Sue confirmed.

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her unharmed finger was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger's breadth out to badger Sue by popping it in and out several times.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb up onto all quaternion on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder nerve offered to her. Sue's snatch was enticing, but that wasn't the theme for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her early hand. At the following withdrawal method of her fingerbreadth, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger 's width in.

"Oooo ... I can feel that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her dead body reacted, with a little wiggle and wriggle, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its profoundness and width, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to introduce Sue herself.

She looked at the adjacent toy, to pull in it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a tight fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's handwriting between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the fool end and enjoyed masturbating herself with the toy.

Anita stepped down off the bed, collected Sue's bra, panties and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to buss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delights. She fondled Sue's hanging boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of lot. She tied both their pantie around the join between Sue's bra cups into a boastfully knot. She then pumped lubricate onto her spear and worked it around. Now Anita's excitation was rising to a peak, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

Anita remounted the bed as her hand replaced Sue's on the end of the toy and withdrew it slowly.

"Okay ? Here is the next size, not much bad ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's heart was pounding under her titty. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both custody, stuffed the gag mile of panties into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no move to murder the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either side of Sue 's school principal. This was now her bridle, and she was going to tantalise her new crib. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in posture and pressed it forwards. Her putz's head teacher squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, tender passageway.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a penis than the sharpen toy. She enjoyed the Richard Buckminster Fuller feeling it gave her, wishing now for Anita to be inside her. Anita pulled on Sue's reigns pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her impertinence bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's consistency quivered with excitation.

"A'eee'aa ... ?"Sue queried, realising that this was Anita impregnating her.

Anita slowly withdrew and then pulled Sue back onto her using her reigns. Sue got the approximation and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's light beam, governed by Anita's pressure sensation on her reigns.

"goodness pony ... Lovely pony ... What a pin-up jigger you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra strap'reign in one hand, allowing her to stroke and caress Sue's cheek with her complimentary hand. Anita was rapturous, not just to be within Sue's taut rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a shot glass.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To have anal sex would own been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so far-out to relish having her prat filled with a tool attached to a beautiful young trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her pussy dripping and could n't resist its magnetised pulling, allowing her unblock hand to reach and satisfy her pussy.

"I think it is time to trot ..."Anita commanded ass she slapped her paw onto Sue's one cheek.

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's rear end, to reiterate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her cunt, and waves of tingling edifice climax flowed through her.

'' Umph ... Umph ... Umph ... Uke ... Uke ... '' Sue grunted, knowing she could n't hold herself up on one arm much longer.

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her Lucille Ball and her trembling with her resulting excitement. Anita fetish clit were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her book binding with her jabbing back onto Anita. Sue's muscle clamped down even compressed on her lance inside Sue with each jab, causing Anita's passion to spill over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her thrust deeply into her.

feeling Anita's gift of fond fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasms slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her face down onto the bed, where she quivered until her orgasm abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her juice soaked hired hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscles to trap her inside for just a few indorsement longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her extemporize bra bridle was now dangling liberal, allowing her to pull it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the innovational kink that seemed to work for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still upright piano kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hand fondling her own breasts, her eubstance still tense up as her climax abated, with her middle closed, holding onto the mo. Sue enjoyed the visual sense of her, soaked in sweat and her shaft still glistening with lubricating substance deflating.

Anita opened her center to see Sue and beamed down questioningly at her. Without having to ask, Sue nodded the approving reply with a grin. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their limbs together, kissing each early passionately.

"Anita, that was so fucking kinky, did you like your crib ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking incredible Sue, are you okay, I did n't hurt you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your inaugural clip. Sorry. ''

"No, it's fine ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warm liquid state pumped into you there, a wonderful nice strange ... It's very unlike in a nice, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

They kissed and cuddled, talking through each early 's experience. Sue enjoying this continued re-enforcing of her relationship with Anita. Something she could never have imagined, feeling both maternal lovemaking and a driving sexual passion for her.

They had dozed a small when Sue suggested having showers and getting prepare, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the shower hand in hand, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to find Bob still snoring, curled up in a ballock on the sofa.

"Awe, he's still a little boy,"Anita whispered.

"Oh, he certainly can be, that's why I love him, you get ready, I'll Wake Island him up for his shower bath and sum you in a second."

"Bob ... Bob ... Come on sexual love ... you need to shower if we're going out tonight ... Bob ?"Sue tried to inflame him.

"Mmm okay, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll tactile property better after a exhibitor,"Bob got up but turned pale.

"You okay, Bob ? You've gone pale ..."

"Um no, I need the loo,"Bob exclaimed as he ran to the loo.

No soon as the door shut, they could hear Bob throwing up. After a quiet pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, love ?"

"Jeez, I think those peewee and king prawns are trying to float to freedom ... I'm getting stomach muscle spasm ... You two carry on getting ready and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the bedchamber, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to miss a Nox out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't strait skillful. You still okay to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how hanker it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's saucy or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll subsist ... Oh, with or without him we 're going out, I fancy a celebratory dance coming on, '' Sue smiled laughing, wiggling her bum.

As they got ready, they could hear Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a piece, there was a belt on the sleeping room door.

"You girls decent ?"Bob asked, despite having animal cognition of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look awful,"Sue said as bob came through the room access, T. H. White as a sheet.

"It's both ends, so I'll crash on the lounge tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and have a dear time,"Bob said, looking very drab for himself.

Bob went to the one press and grabbed the scanty pillow and mantle, smiled at them and disappeared into the lounge.

Soon the two women were ready, both in summertime dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and arms, ready to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the couch snoring.

The two women set off into the warm evening to link up the throngs of the great unwashed also heading out.

To Be Continued *******