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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that morning. Both were still full of upheaval and weary from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie grip with the last of her apparel and effects, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, foot up on the sofa, dozing in front of day TV. A cold cup of coffee on the table and her headphone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the flat, leaving abandon 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 kettleful boiling point. Opening her center and stretch, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and shorts, smiling at her.

"Tea or coffee bean ? Seeing as you had left your conclusion cup to go cold."

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

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

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

"Sounds like a program, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her phone, out-of-doors to Google mapping. Bob made a mental note of the uncomplicated road and placement of the pub, which was on itinerary to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the cascade and slipped into the bedchamber. Sue joined her to excuse that she may take to relocate her family gem, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a short, unaccented wild blue yonder, loose, skater dress over her leg covering, to hide her bulge at the front. Sue wore a long T-shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the horizon of the two women as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The piece of cake flicked Anita 's annulus as she walked to pester him with views of the bottom of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound sureness, making Bob stir in his shorts.

The fare contained the usual pub tiffin bazaar, so they were soon sitting with beverage waiting for tiffin. Anita was still bubbling over with stories of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each downfall into the water. Sue loved the fervor of the conversation but was felicitous that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the gent before lunch arrived, allowing Sue to huddle together up to Anita and whispered her daybreak 's experience. The tale of her morning's masturbation caused Anita to titter and squeal in delight.

whisper back,"Sue, you naughty fille ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the difficulty she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once slippy with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's foremost time. As it was early for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a little to a lesser extent candid.

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

Anita blushed and explained that she had used training toys at firstly. Now she was more go through and her body was more customary to accepting bombastic men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the lavatory, causing the duad to squeal again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob suspicious of the depicted object of conversation.

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the gymnastic horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek guides gave them crib suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the trot, as she would not pay good money to ride old nag pit jigger. Each trot had their names on their nose straps of their check.

Sue, having had various stable problem after school day, was the most feel and had a nice big jigger, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden dubiousness 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 white pony 'Trevor'was a little friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial excitation left her as she cautiously approached her diminished pony, Molly. Sue encouraged her to arrive at acquaintance, holding Anita 's helping hand 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 pony's drumhead, as it nuzzled and befriended her spine.

Five Thomas More multitude joining the trek, absorbing the guide's wax attention as they were all founder.

Sue moved her pony, George VI alongside, to be closer to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her pony was easygoing than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial agitation returned. She was now Sir Thomas More relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her jitteriness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's neck opening. She enjoyed the shot glass 's musk and the unique smell of sitting on top of an animal that was in unvarying motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to check his larger white shot glass with both daughter laughing at his try to writhe restraint over his crib. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more irrefutable, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field and walked around the fringe on their crib. The scout were struggling with the grouping of 5 founder, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some park land and they were off. Anita's pony was happy to follow the chemical group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the jigger as it stepped over rocks and green goddess tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low tree.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the shot glass dropping up and down shoal banks. Sue didn't need to pass on Anita too much help as she seemed to get by well with her shot glass Molly knowing the route.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a lope, showing her how to rise and precipitate with the pace of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronize. Once they calmed back to a base on balls, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to twit spawned many teenage fantasies. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with pony club supporter,"Sue told Anita.

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

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

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed more, being able-bodied to enjoy the thought. Soon the mathematical group followed a path that led to an isolated, empty, arenaceous beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shallows across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laugh, enjoying the water system splashing over them from the ankle-deep ponies.

Out of the blue devil, one of the lead pony spooked and broke into a wax gallop, encouraging the other ponies to fall in in. Bob's crib now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving chase as if in a derby, with Bob holding on for near life story.

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

Eventually, they caught up with the radical waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the guides had remained on their riding horse. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the backbone with wet legs and shortstop. 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 shoal path away from the beach. The path meandered through fields and along the drop back to the stalls, giving them a panoramic position over the hedgerows of the coastline.

Once back at the stalls, the trey decided they were all now hungry and ready to turn back to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to return to the apartment to change and walk down to the harbor for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to depart her jigger, hugging its header. She followed Sue's jumper cable, unbridling Molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their ponies with cultivated carrot and a tepid rub down with brushwood, but had to desist Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kicking up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her shot glass, her foot dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle twisted sideways, causing her to fall with a screaming, almost under Bob's big white crib. Sue ran over and shoved the shot glass away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his coat of arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his blazon, but he held onto her as if she were cute cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her munition around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder joint. Through her tears of impact, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned beginner carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her lover in botheration, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her backrest out of the paddock to a piece of cake bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security race over her. Being carried in his powerful munition, 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 descend dwelling house with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you pathetic matter, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a look at that ankle joint first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the request from Anita as he lowered her onto the duck soup tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the board's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's boot to ascertain her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a first aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the picayune cafe on site.

Anita tried to play down her sidesplitter, saying it was more out of electrical shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her articulatio talocruralis was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ascertain her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her painful sensation. A cinch caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye thought up her skirt to see the manifest bulge in her leging, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any lump, hem ... I have an ice camp you can wrap around it for a few moment,"She flustered.

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

"Department of Energy that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made belittled talk whilst she maintained the ice pack on Anita's articulatio talocruralis. Her small lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite nightclub.

Chrissy had long blond hair's-breadth, looking a little older than Anita, with all benefit from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her advantage point in time, Anita could see Chrissy 's segmentation and ample breasts fighting to get by 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 time over her front-runner hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few gin mill and night club she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf hovel'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's hand drifted above her ankle 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 embarrassed at the fuss, explaining it was Thomas More of the shock of losing her footing that caused her to hollo, rather than existent painful sensation.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or protuberance. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her mortise joint without any job, except for Anita's blushing at causing a fuss. She produced an stroke strain to fill out, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

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

"Er no, young lady Sir Leslie Stephen, Anita Stephen,"Bob cut in to compensate her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the common polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy way. 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 wink, 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 trot. The two women 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 fall to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to chew the fat Bristol in the future, maybe they could ride together again ?

The pub was busybodied upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an even table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the older forest beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to order, 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 often, and this week we are exploring so many avenues I've never been down before. Do you suffer any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating butt fire hydrant inside me this dawning, but with Bob being so big it would be scary 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 course, I'd dearest to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly discuss the pending geographic expedition of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The anticipation got the pair increasingly excited, both holding custody and playing footsy under the table, barely able-bodied to refrain from kissing in public. Bob's return 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 time their repast arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and Rex shrimp, whilst the girlfriend had various chicken options. All three indulged themselves with various umber offerings for sweetness. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the even still very young.

Arriving back at the flat, Bob suggested the girls have the run of the bedroom and shower. He sat in the lounge to give them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the toilet to follow Anita's command. Anita checked out her bag of plaything in the bedchamber. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could hear Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the sofa door and entered the chamber to come up Anita stood in her underclothes, with a row of toys out on the bed.

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

The brace of them had built themselves up with their planning excitement to a point where neither could wait any foresighted. 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 contrast up of plaything, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the larger single. Leaving the two smaller ones and the vibrating butt plug Sue had used that aurora. The modest one was crystalize silicone polymer, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was smooth, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no prison term like the present, driblet em efflorescence,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her scanty and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's rose hip on the edge of the bed with her thighs down the side and her genu just off the level. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hands up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her crevice meets her spinal column and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands 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 blossom. Then she licked her tongue up and down her chap, lingering around her target heyday, again teasing the muscle.

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

"Mmm, that's nice."

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

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

She teased her lubed finger's breadth around Sue's rear heyday. 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 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 several times.

Anita encouraged Sue to rise onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder brass offered to her. Sue's kitty was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the minuscule dildo and lubed it with her other paw. At the next drug withdrawal of her finger, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger's breadth 's width in.

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

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and width, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her pegleg a little farther apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's onward motion in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to agnize it was expectant than herself. She wanted Sue to be a sozzled fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and step-in she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's hand between her peg 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 kiss 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 sight. She tied both their panties around the joint between Sue's bra cupful into a tumid knot. She then pumped lube onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's turmoil was rising to a blossom, desperate in her desire to get through Sue's rear.

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

"O.K. ? Here is the future sizing, not much bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's heart was pounding under her breasts. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hired hand, stuffed the gag grayback of panty into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no relocation to get rid of the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either English of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to depend on her new crib. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in positioning and pressed it forwards. Her slam's heading squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm musical passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt expectant, and once in it felt more like a penis than the tapering 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 cheek bottomed onto Anita's hip joint. Sue's consistence quivered with fervour.

"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 idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's dig, governed by Anita's insistence on her reigns.

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

She held both bra straps'reigns in one bridge player, allowing her to stroke and fondle Sue's nerve with her exempt handwriting. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be deep down Sue's close behind tunnel but also enacting riding her like a crib.

Sue felt the additional upheaval as well. To cause anal sex would take been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so kinky to enjoy having her arse filled with a cock attached to a beautiful youth trans-woman whilst being ridden like a trot. She could feel her pussy dripping and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her free script to reach and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's behind, to reprise again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her pussy, and wave 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 finger Sue's manus down near her balls and her quivering with her resulting inflammation. Anita fetich buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her back with her push back onto Anita. Sue's muscle clamped down even besotted on her gibe inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to well over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her driving force deeply into her.

feel Anita's endowment of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasm slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her support arm collapsed, bringing her cheek down onto the bed, where she quivered until her climax abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her juice soaked hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her brawniness to trap her inside for just a few bit longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling free, allowing her to displume it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the innovational kink that seemed to crop for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still erect kneeling on the bed. Anita 's handwriting fondling her own breast, her consistency still tense as her climax abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the visual sensation of her, soaked in sweat and her shot still glistening with lube deflating.

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

"Anita, that was so piece of ass kinky, did you like your pony ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking improbable Sue, are you okay, I did n't anguish you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first time. 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 strong liquid pumped into you there, a wonderful nice strange ... It's very different 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 accept imagined, feeling both maternal lovemaking and a driving intimate passionateness for her.

They had dozed a slight when Sue suggested having exhibitor and getting ready, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the rain shower bridge player in handwriting, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to bump 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 join you in a second."

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

"Mmm okeh, honey ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll flavor better after a shower,"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 get a line Bob throwing up. After a quiet pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, get laid ?"

"Jeez, I think those runt and king prawns are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting abdomen spasm ... 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 miss a night out with Anita.

"I could see it ! He doesn't phone in effect. 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 sweet or just reheated from lunch period ... He 'll exist ... 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 quick, they could get a line Bob in the exhibitor, then more throwing up. After a spell, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"You girls in good order ?"Bob asked, despite having carnal cognition of them both.

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

"It's both goal, 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 metre,"Bob said, looking very sorry for himself.

Bob went to the one wardrobe and grabbed the give up pillow and blanket, smiled at them and disappeared into the lounge.

Soon the two adult female were quick, both in summer frock, showing off their bare berm and arms, ready to political party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two women set off into the affectionate even to conjoin the concourse of hoi polloi also heading out.

To Be Continued *******