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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that first light. Both were still full of excitement and weary from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie traveling bag with the terminal of her clothes and effects, leaving her vacation apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, base up on the sofa, dozing in front man of daylight TV. A coldness cup of chocolate on the table and her headphone still in her hired 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 whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the timpani boiling point. Opening her middle and stretch, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and short, smiling at her.

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

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

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

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

"speech sound like a design, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her phone, subject to Google Maps. Bob made a mental note of the simple route and location of the pub, which was on road to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the cascade and slipped into the chamber. Sue joined her to explain that she may need to relocate her family precious stone, as it would n't be advisable to gather everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a short, luminance blue, loose, skater apparel over her leg covering, to veil her excrescence at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to obliterate her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two fair sex as they walked from the park car to a board in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's dame as she walked to bait him with views of the bottom of her boldness whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob hustle in his shorts.

The card contained the common pub tiffin fair, so they were soon sitting with drinks waiting for lunch. Anita was still bubbling over with chronicle of that sunup's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each fall into the water. Sue loved the inflammation of the conversation but was happy that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the gents before lunch arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her forenoon 's experience. The tale of her cockcrow's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and confess in delight.

Whispering back,"Sue, you naughty female child ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating seat plug, especially once slippery with the lubricant. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's first time. As it was early for tiffin, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a trivial to a lesser extent candid.

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

Anita blushed and explained that she had used grooming miniature at first. Now she was more get and her body was more accustomed to accepting with child men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the toilet, causing the pair to squeal again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob fishy of the subject of conversation.

After tiffin, they drove the curtly distance to the horse stalls. Upon arriving, they signed disavowal and the trek guidebook gave them ponies worthy to their experience. Sue inspected the shot glass, as she would not pay respectable money to razz old nag pit ponies. Each shot glass had their epithet on their nozzle shoulder strap of their curb.

Sue, having had respective stable jobs after school, was the most know and had a nice big jigger, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden inquiry of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the usher to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a chiding from Sue. Bob's with child whiteness pony 'Trevor'was a little frisky than the others.

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

fivesome more people joining the trek, absorbing the template's total attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her pony, George alongside, to be closer to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her pony was well-situated than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial exhilaration returned. She was now more than relaxed, as the pony seemed to recompense for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's cervix. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the alone feeling of sitting on top of an animate being that was in constant motion.

Bob had the trouble of trying to control his larger white jigger with both missy laughing at his attempt to squirm command over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to bowdlerize the reigns and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an tremendous field and walked around the periphery on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 founding father, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some commons Edwin Herbert Land and they were off. Anita's pony was happy to conform to the grouping along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to act with the gait of the pony as it stepped over rock and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the vale, ducking under the few low tree.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the jigger dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't need to give Anita too much help as she seemed to contend well with her pony Molly knowing the road.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a trot, showing her how to turn out and fall with the gait of the sawhorse. Anita found it clumsy at world-class 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 learn to twit breed many adolescent fancy. The air used to be gamey with insinuation at sleepovers with shot glass order friends,"Sue told Anita.

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

"Sue ! You 're such a disgrace,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the Sami excitement with the animal beneath her.

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able to enjoy the view. Soon the group followed a course that led to an isolated, empty-bellied, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to take into account them to trot out into the shoal across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splashing over them from the ankle-deep jigger.

Out of the blue, one of the lead pony spooked and broke into a full-of-the-moon gallop, encouraging the other trot to join in. Bob's shot glass now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving chase as if in a derby hat, with Bob holding on for honey life.

Anita's jigger sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to jounce out of dominance. Sue drew alongside, telling her to resist in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under control. The two rode along the shoreline, with the 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 scout had remained on their mountain. Bob looked very regretful for himself, standing on the gumption with wet pegleg and boxers. Anita was laughing, catching her breath, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the pathfinder along a shallow itinerary away from the beach. The path meandered through William Claude Dukenfield and along the drop-off back to the horse barn, giving them a bird's-eye prospect over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the deuce-ace decided they were all now hungry and prepare to return to the pub where they had luncheon. Giving them sentence to yield to the apartment to change and walk down to the harbor for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to entrust her shot glass, hugging its question. She followed Sue's lead, unbridling Molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their jigger with carrots and a lukewarm rub down with encounter, but had to abstain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a boot up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her pony, her substructure dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle worm sideways, causing her to fall with a riot, almost under Bob's big white trot. Sue ran over and shoved the shot glass away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his munition and whisked her away to base hit. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious consignment, being both his and his wife's devotee.

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

As Bob carried her spine out of the paddock to a snap work bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security department wash over her. Being carried in his powerful arms, breathing in Bob's comrade aftershave, she felt safe. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I come dwelling with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you zany thing, we'll go back to the flat later, but let's have a look at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the petition from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's Bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's kick to tick off her mortise joint that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a going, with a first aider now give, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little coffeehouse on site.

Anita tried to toy down her scream, saying it was more out of seismic disturbance, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A snap caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her annulus to see the unmistakable bulge in her legging, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any intumescence, ahem ... I have an ice coterie you can wrap around it for a few arcminute,"She flustered.

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

"Department of Energy that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the calendar week ?"Chrissy asked and then made humble talk of the town whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's ankle. Her little lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite cabaret.

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a little older than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the stalls, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample boob fighting to escape her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hairsbreadth back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second metre over her favourite hangout. Anita, enjoying the tending, blurted out the few pub and nightspots she had seen and visited that calendar week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's manus drifted above her ankle to caress her calf and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her tears. Anita was more embarrass at the dither, explaining it was More of the shock of losing her terms that caused her to scream, rather than genuine pain.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any breakage or bulge. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her ankle 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, girl Stephen, Anita Sir Leslie Stephen,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is finely,"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 common polystyrene cup, giving Anita and Chrissy elbow room. Anita saw a questioning facial expression from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her book binding a eye blink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their adventures on the jigger. The two womanhood were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few age now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to visit Bristol in the futurity, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was interfering upon their yield, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay windowpane inside the older tone beamed pub as they studied the even menus. When Bob went up to the bar to order, Sue sat confining to Anita, holding her hands.

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

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"Well, as you enjoy it so much, and this calendar week we are exploring so many boulevard I've never been down before. Do you have any of those training toys with you and could you serve ?"

"Oh, Sue ! Yes, I do and I would be glad to help,"Anita admitted.

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

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

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending geographic expedition of Sue and how to ensure it would be an gratifying experience. The anticipation got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the board, barely able to refrain from kissing in world. Bob's rejoin finally interrupted their laugh and secretive planning, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the clock time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into peewee and king prawns, whilst the young lady had several chicken options. All three indulged themselves with various chocolate oblation for sweet. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girl have the run of the sleeping accommodation and exhibitioner. He sat in the lounge to give them some privateness whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the potty to follow Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could take heed Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting room, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fasting asleep. She closed the lounge door and entered the bedchamber to regain Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toy out on the bed.

"Bob's fast deceased, he'll be out for at least an hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to convert their plans.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their planning excitement to a period where neither could waitress any longsighted. Both realised that their opportunity was now usable to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to support in her underclothes, whilst Anita showed her the line up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the larger ones. Leaving the two diminished 1 and the vibrating butt end ballyhoo Sue had used that dawn. The belittled one was well-defined silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was tranquil, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no sentence like the submit, drop em blossom,"Anita smiled, thirsty 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 rosehip on the edge of the bed with her thighs down the incline and her knee just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hired man up and down around her bum face. She warmed up the area at the top where her crack meets her back and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands make 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 muscle flush. Then she licked her natural language up and down her crevice, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping insight would feel as skillful as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to pant in delight. She teased her fingers around Sue's flush once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could palpate Sue was relaxed, so with a short lube slipped her thumb in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

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

She teased her lubed digit around Sue's rear flower. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approval, she applied pressure for her to enter.

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

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

Anita encouraged Sue to climb onto all quatern on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder impertinence offered to her. Sue's kitty-cat was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the belittled dildo and lubed it with her other hand. At the next climb-down of her finger, 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 body reacted, with a short wiggle and wriggle, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its astuteness and breadth, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her branch a petty boost apart. It surprised Anita at how stimulate she was getting watching the toy's procession in and out of Sue, aching to accede Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to actualise it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a blotto fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's helping hand between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the gull 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 delight. She fondled Sue's hanging dumbbell, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to remain firm behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their panties around the joint between Sue's bra cups into a gravid grayback. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a peak, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

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

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

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

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either position of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to razz her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in position and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's header squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a penis than the tapered toy. She enjoyed the fuller feeling it gave her, wishing now for Anita to be inside her. Anita pulled on Sue's sovereignty pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her cheeks bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's body quivered with excitement.

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

Anita slowly withdrew and then pulled Sue back onto her using her sovereignty. Sue got the mind and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's shaft, governed by Anita's pressure on her reigns.

"Good trot ... Lovely pony ... What a adorable pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra shoulder strap'reigns in one deal, allowing her to stroke and caress Sue's face with her free hired hand. Anita was enraptured, not just to be in spite of appearance Sue's sozzled rear burrow but also enacting riding her like a pony.

Sue felt the extra excitement as well. To have anal sex would sustain been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so far-out to revel having her tooshie filled with a cock 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 charismatic wrench, allowing her unloose deal to extend to and fulfill her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reign as she slammed into Sue's behind, to repeat again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her kitty, and waves of tingling building culmination 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 bridge player down near her balls and her shakiness with her resulting excitement. Anita voodoo clit were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her thrusts back onto Anita. Sue's muscularity clamped down even tighter on her shaft of light inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her driving force deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's gift of warmly fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasm slamming through Sue. The sexual climax overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her case down onto the bed, where she quivered until her orgasm abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her succus soaked handwriting, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her brawn to trap her inside for just a few indorsement longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her extemporise bra bridle was now dangling barren, allowing her to pull it out of her sass. Sue chuckled at the forward-looking kink that seemed to play for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still vertical kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own breasts, her dead body still tense up as her climax abated, with her center closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in swither and her scape still glistening with lubricating substance deflating.

Anita opened her oculus to see Sue and beamed down questioningly at her. Without having to ask, Sue nodded the approving answer with a grinning. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their arm together, kissing each other passionately.

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

'' That was fucking unbelievable Sue, are you okay, I did n't hurt you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first time. Sorry. ''

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

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

They had dozed a little when Sue suggested having shower and getting ready, as Bob will call for to shower down as well. They both drifted to the shower bridge player in handwriting, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to see Bob still snoring, curled up in a ball 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 set, I'll wake him up for his shower and articulation you in a second."

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

"Mmm okay, dearest ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll feeling better after a shower,"Bob got up but turned pale.

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

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

No soon as the door shut, they could get a line Bob throwing up. After a quiet intermission, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, have sex ?"

"Jeez, I think those shrimp and king shrimp are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting stomach cramps ... You two carry on getting ready and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the bedroom, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to lack a night out with Anita.

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

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

As they got make, they could listen Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a spell, there was a whack on the bedroom door.

"You girls decent ?"Bob asked, despite having sensual knowledge of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look terrible,"Sue said as bob came through the door, flannel as a sheet.

"It's both end, so I'll crash on the couch tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and have a good prison term,"Bob said, looking very meritless for himself.

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

Soon the two women were prepare, both in summer dresses, showing off their bare shoulders and arms, cook to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa stertor.

The two adult female set off into the warm evening to link the throngs of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******