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I stood on Donnie's porch with the face I used when I was selling Girl Scout cookies. Donnie opened the door. He glared at me. " May I come in, Donnie, please let me come in.'' Without another word he held the door open and motioned with his hand for me to enter. I followed him into the main room so that we were facing each other. Donnie was not smiling. I fell onto my knees. "Donnie I came over to tell you how sorry I am for doing that to you. I don't know if you can forgive me, I don't know,...
"Don, I'm a horny girl, can you tell it?" "Yeah, I like the way you...." The fat girl. Carole began to rub the back of his neck. I looked into his eyes. ''Donnie, I wouldn't mind sucking your dick, not a bit, but I'd like to go someplace where we can fool around. Does your girlfriend push her knee up against that spot behind your balls when she gives you a handjob? Does she whisper little fuck words in your ears when she is doing that? Does she tickle your nipples? Does she like it when you...
"That was rough, I'm sure," said Jennifer. "Yeah ... well it's been brewing ever since Dad and I moved out," Donnie said. "I just wasn't ready to admit it." "Uh huh ... me too ... I mean ... uh ... You were talking about us weren't you." "Of course," Donnie said emphatically. "Can we go in the house?" Jennifer looked into Donnie's eyes. "Kiss me first ... like you did when you took the ball away." Donnie took a step toward Jennifer, narrowing the distance between them....
Donnie's Bitch By Amanda Collsen Chapter 1 Secrets ? Amanda stood shocked and very angry watching her mother from the archway to the lounge room.? Angela Thompson was the same woman who only last week, had found her in a compromising position with her lover and had spewed forth a tirade of insults and abuse. She had called her daughter, ?A perverted whoring slut,? along with every other known derogatory term under the sun. Amanda quietly slipped back out of the room...
For the second time in two days, the doorbell rang as Jennifer was stepping out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body and went to the intercom. The video from the front door wasn't all that clear but Jennifer was able to tell it was her brother Donnie. She pressed the 'talk' button. "Just a minute," she said. Jennifer ran a comb through her wet hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. The towel she was wearing was big enough to cover from the tops of her breasts to...
Chapter 7 Lunch time I had 2 hot dogs cut down the middle on the griddle with the buns toasted on the griddle along with them. Just as I finished eating Lucy asked me to come around to the kitchen. She showed me a few things while keeping watch on the counter, Donnie have you got a girlfriend, no mam, why not, well it was told around school that I was to big down there and girls should keep away from me. Lucy looked at me strangely, her voice was hoarse how big are you Donnie, Lucy told the...
The 'big deal' was that the thin cotton panties didn't hide much when dry, but when wet, it was like they didn't even exist. From the backside, the view was also spectacular. Had Jennifer been wearing a thong, her butt could not have looked any better. "Come on ... lets play," she said from the middle of the pool. "Okay ... but you first," Billy said as he tossed her the ball. Jennifer pushed the ball under the water and sat on it. It provided her with just enough extra height so...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
"Ready for the last girl?" It was Sarah. "Yeah, I guess so. Tell the truth I'm kind of disappointed that I'm meeting the last girl. It has been incredibly sexy knowing that there was a mystery girl that I was going to be meeting for sex. First Leslie, then Caitlin and Crissi. After I meet Shelby there won't be any other girls to look forward to." "Well, if you'd rather not meet her..." "Oh NO. I didn't mean that. I want to meet her. Do you know what she wants?" "No, she...
"Oh shit!" said Jennifer, as she hugged the towel around her and jumped up from the couch. "It's mother ... quick, out the back door. She can't know you've been here." By the time Jennifer's mother came in from the garage, Donnie was long gone, into the woods at the back of the house, and Jennifer was in her bathroom getting dressed. "Jennifer ... I'm home," Judy Grafton hollered. "In here Mom ... I'll be out as soon as I dry my hair," Jennifer replied. Her mother had...
am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here “You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for...
I have four good friends, we're all in our early 30's and have been tight since we were the starting five on our small-town high school basketball team. I'm a police officer, and they all work at other jobs in this town and the one next door. We’re all married, and we socialize a lot. There’s always been a lot of flirting and suggestions back and forth about being available for sex. I would have to say that my wife Jen is a lot hotter than any of their wives.My wife has shown some interest in...
Jennifer was still in the bathroom when the doorbell rang around eleven. 'That should be Donnie and his friends, ' she thought. She went to the intercom and looked at the video from the front door. Yes, it was them, alright, and on time. "Coming," she said into the intercom. Jennifer opened the door wide, presenting the guys with an unobstructed view of herself. They knew, especially Donnie, that Jennifer was a bit of a showoff, but none of them was expecting what they saw. Jennifer...
Introduction: My first gay experience I was seventeen and my uncle Donnie had invited me to stay at his place for a couple of weeks and help him paint his house. It was a paid gig so I couldnt pass up the opportunity. I arrived on a Saturday, he picked me up at the train station. He was in his early 40s but looked more like early 30s. A very average man, about 59, 160 lbs, dark hair and handsome. I had never felt anything for him and didnt even know he was gay until we sat down that evening and...
“Uncle Donnie!” Robbie squealed, “what are you doing here?” She flew off her porch, ran to my outstretched arms, and literally jumped onto me, wrapping her slim legs around my hips and her freckled arms around my neck. She kissed me on the cheeks, over and over. When she dropped her feet to the ground, she looked up at me and said, “I just can’t believe this. I was just thinking about you this morning. I was looking through some old pictures, and there you were,” she took my hand and...
The next day was easy, we shopped for painting supplies at the local hardware store and then came home to watch movies. He is a serious couch potato and has hundreds of the best movies ever made. Another reason I liked to visit with him. I think we watched Star Wars that night. He had to work the next morning so we went to bed fairly early. Monday morning I woke up to a wonderful breakfast he had prepared for us and he went off to work. I started scraping paint. I worked on the house...
Chapter 5As it turned out we had no class just assembly, where teachers and the principal gave us a talking too, then dismissed the school, with the admonition to make sure all textbooks were left with the teachers. So, ended the last 2 weeks of school. I passed with flying colors. There will be much more with my teacher, neighbor upstairs and the older woman down the street. The next part will be dealing with my job hunting and finding. The gloryhole in the bust station is the same gloryhole...
Mrs. Grafton waited quietly while Jennifer studied the pictures. "Do you know how to delete them?" "I think so..." But then Jennifer surprised her mother, maybe herself too, "Do I have to though?" "No ... but I thought you'd want to ... you don't know what he's planning to do with them ... maybe show them around the school..." "Donnie wouldn't do that." Jennifer protested. "Maybe some close friends, but not all over school ... he wouldn't do that." "You don't know...
I was back at Ida's, with a fifty-page paper about the life and times of Ms. Fyynn, Amy said she wasn't going to do it for me, but she was/is an angel, with all kinds of powers she hardly uses on a daily basis, so she was happy to help me. Amy was hornier than I was. Later in my life, I net many different guardian angels, female and male. All of them wanted to have sex with me, I have to add here that fucking beings who are immortal is-really great. They live forever, so they don't have any...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Today's story will be with one more of Dad's brothers. My beloved Uncle Orlando, who just was not more incisive, direct, runaway, slutty and shameless for lack of space.I confess that before we became lovers, friends, and confidants, he had laziness. Feeling, which not only made my approach difficult, but also my greatest excuse, to disdain him, completely ignoring his physical and intellectual attributes, which since mid-2017, more than respected, are greatly admired by me.Uncle Orlando,...
Hi dosto, mujhe aap sab k mail mile bahut acha laga,,but kuch log mujhe real girl samjh rahe h ye to sabse achi bat h but fir se bata du main aap sab ko i m 24 years old boy(cross dresser) sissy submissive bottom.. Train me gand marai , train k bad hotel me gand marai-ii k bad kya kya hua un train wale uncle k sath main is part main batuangi, ye sab real me hua h, story nahi real life experience h ye sab mere. Us din k bad main uncle se kai bar mili, but kafi din ho gaye the is bar jab main un...
Gay MaleMera nan vishu hai meri umr 20 sal hai mei up ka rehne wala hoo mein apne maa baap ki ek hi santan hoo…ye koi kahani nehi hai ek sachhi ghatna hai…agar aap logo ko ye pasand aaye ya mujhse koi contact karna chahe to meri email id hai Vaise to mei ek ladka hoo lekin ek uncle ne mujhe itna chauda ki mei ladki ban gaya Ye ghatna aaj se 8 sal pehle ki hai jab mei 12 sal ka tha.mei ek masoom bachha tha gora rang chikna sarir pink lips…choti si gand . mera ek dost tha jiska nam sonu tha .mei sam ko...
There was a catch, however. My Uncle Andy would be coming over to keep an eye on me and the house. Well, that was the excuse this time. Apparently his girlfriend had kicked him out again and this was an excuse that my dad could use to let him stay with us for a few weeks. He wasn’t really a bad guy, and was actually quite good looking for 47, but it did sadden me a little to realise I wouldn’t be as alone as I’d hoped. Let me tell you a little about myself, my name is Tammy. The reason...
Shortly after my 21st birthday my parents died in a car crash and I decided to move back to Ontario and live with my uncle Randy. He was in his 60's and still a very successful attorney with a big house and no wife and no c***dren. I initially didn't like the idea of leaving my friends, but he would not take no for answer. When Randall J. Peters wanted something, he took it.My uncle is a big man, 6-2 and 200 pounds, tall with a thick moustache and green eyes and intimidating, both because he...
"Two things," Cheryl said, ignoring my question. "First you have to give me a good morning kiss, and then we have to schedule what we're going to do today." Okay, now I had a new question, but I still wanted my first one answered. "Cheryl, what did you after you crawled in my bed last night?" "Didn't I just say that first you have to give me a good morning kiss?" "I have morning breath." That brought on the 'Are you Mandy Kuczynski or her brother?' look again. "So hold it...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Hi friends mera naam priya h main haryana se hu baat tub ki jub 18 yrs ki the. Mere gar k pass ek homopathic dr rehte the unka hamre gar kaafi aana jaana tha ek baar mere mummy papa ko 15 din k liye gaav jana pada to main un uncle k gar rahi the pehle b main bhot baar unke gar reh cukhi the. To main unke gar rehne chali gyi unke gar main uncle aunty rehte the unke 2no bache bahar rehte the. Main dfihne main kafi gori thebt muje mere boobs nhi pasand the vo bot bade the . Jub raat ko main so...
Cheryl lifted her glass. "To the best Sunday I've ever had. And to the uncle who made it happen." "To the best Sunday you've ever had." I pinged her glass with mine and we sipped. She gave her glass a skeptical look and then focused on me. "I guess it would have been better with wine, huh?" I motioned for her to sit and then took my own chair at the patio table. "Of course not. After all, you are much more like hand-squeezed lemonade than Beaujolais." "I am?" she asked with a...
Hello to all the readers out there. The recent sex story is about someone whom I met through ISS and the girl who changed my life with her smile and presence. The sex story is actually described by her and has emotions which she wanted to write. This probably isn’t a just a sex story rather a Love one. The story goes ahead in her words. This is not just a sex story or an experience. It is way beyond that, it’s a feeling which describes all the pleasure and happiness I was waiting for in life. I...
Summers' fascination with Cheryl became more understandable when I met his wife, Joyce. She said they had lost a daughter at age ten, and Cheryl was practically a reincarnation of their girl, though Cheryl's face was proportionately wider and her cheeks a little fuller. Still, they could have been sisters. "He's never really accepted her death," Joyce said in a quiet conversation at the opposite end of their large living room where the mantel was covered with pictures of Kimberley...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Can't breathe! I woke up enough to realize it was because of a weight pressing down on my chest. I opened my eyes. Cheryl was lying on top of me. I knew it was Cheryl because my tongue remembered that she needed to shave again, and I could see stubble in the glow from the campground's light poles creeping in around and through the curtains. I lifted my head slightly and kissed the stubble, then kissed the opening in the middle. Thanks to the exposure to the air, she was dry now. She...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
Did you ever notice how life never gives you straightforward, black-and-white situations? Everything is always shades of gray. Or worse, plaid. Take waking up, for instance. When it comes to waking up the bad way, it's hard to beat being jolted awake by a nightmare so horrible that you're glad you can't remember the details and wish you also couldn't remember that it had been a nightmare that horrible. When it comes to waking up the good way, it's hard to beat opening your eyes and...
The next week was relatively uneventful. Monday we painted Cheryl's room. "It stinks," she said as she climbed in bed, her pert nose wrinkled in disgust. "Maybe I should have gotten the bright orange after all." "That was oil based enamel, not latex. It would have smelled worse." "Worse than this?" "Yes. Do you want to sleep in one of the other rooms for a couple of nights?" "No. I just want this one to smell better." "It will in a couple of days." "What if the stink...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
"SHIT!" Despite the amused smile that suddenly jumped across his face, Maynard's face managed to remain sympathetic as he looked down at Cheryl, who'd collapsed to sit on the grass and mope. "I'd have told you, honey, but I didn't know." Cheryl put her elbows on her knees and rested her chin atop her fists. "Pardon my French. I can't believe I missed Tyrone Hayes! Of all the times for me to get sick! That makes this my worst Fourth of July ever." "I forgot he was from here," I...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
I was wrong. She did not emerged until time for the final check She wore long jeans, a fully-buttoned blouse, and as angry a look as I'd ever seen. Her red eyes avoided me as she stormed into the kitchen for an apple, quartered it, and took it to the front door without a word. I listened to the door open, then close. I returned to the novel I was reading. Eventually I heard the door again. She started up the stairs without a word. "Good night," I said. She slowed long enough to say,...
Hi again. Abhi tak aap pad chukka hai kis terha meri dharmik aur gharalu mummy ko papa ka dost chood chukka hay. Ub unho ne apna fayda ka lia mummy ka istmal karna shuru kar dia. Kaisa yah aap aagi padhia. Raju uncle building construction ka kam karta thy aur govt. Ka bada bada contract lay kar kam karty thy. Aak bhut bada contract nikla tha jus me nadi per bridge bana tha . 15 caror ka contract tha jisa raju uncle kisi bhi terha sa hasil karna chatha thy lakin usa pass karna ka lia officer 10...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
I wondered why my cell phone was ringing in the middle of the night. Then my eyes cracked open enough for me to realize it was bright inside the trailer despite the closed curtains. Sunshine, not street lamps. I probably didn't want a translation of the Earlymorningcherylese that was mumbled next to my ear, so I reached for the phone instead. "Randy Long." "Hey, it's Maynard. Have you left town yet?" "Ummm ... no." "Oh, good. I was afraid I was too late. It's after eight, and I...
"Bitch." Cheryl didn't move except to speak. She stared at the cordless phone extension in her hand, now switched off. "Noun or verb?" I asked, gripping her shoulders and massaging her spine with my thumbs. She looked over her shoulder at me. "Huh?" "Was that a descriptive noun, or was it a verb complaining about what she did?" I took the offered phone and shoved it into the charging base on the end table, then resumed working out the muscle kinks she developed while talking to...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestAs I had anticipated, she had plugged in the oil warmer before climbing into her tub. She'd also left the bathroom door open. She raised one hand and flapped her joined fingers at me in a wave. "Five more minutes," I said and began spreading the towels on the bed. She seemed disappointed. Maybe she'd expected me to run to the tub and jump in. I checked the temperature of the oil and noticed the hair bleach sitting once again on the night stand. I chuckled to myself, then groaned as the...
Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
by Millie Dynamite Jaden and I meet a few weeks after he transferred to the Naval base just outside of town. I sat on a bar stool sipping my Pappy Van Winkle when this tall African-American man in full dress uniform sat next to me. He whore captain’s bars. He possessed an air of authority. I nodded to him when perched on the next stool. He returned my nod with his own acknowledgment, in a deep voice he said, “Yo.” He spoke without looking at me. “I’ll have bourbon, make it a shot of Evan...
This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Cheryl chose to get up when I did, saying that she didn't feel like staying in an empty bed. She was slowly acclimatizing. She wasn't in total zombie mode, but I wasn't sure that she understood when I told her that on Mondays before horse sales, Diego usually interrupted breakfast with questions, ideas, worries, and suggestions that had come to him over the weekend. She understood enough to show up in the kitchen a few minutes after me wearing considerably more than her necklace. However,...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
"Sore?" I asked. "My legs and butt hurt a little bit," she said as she switched on her camera, "but it's not bad." After we'd finished with Blaze we'd spent the rest of the morning learning to ride in the paddock and then had lunch after she'd retrieved her things from the dryer. Finally we had embarked on our photography lesson. "No, I meant sore at me for making you ride all the way across the valley." "I should be." She scowled at the horse and then focused that look on...