Three stud muffins, two beer guts, two kids and I (for if I hadn't been there, I couldn't possibly be writing this) made-up the roster for the night. Three mothers; one of three, another of two and the last, of one were vacationing from their husbands. Seeing that there were so many of us and three of them (actually, only one was free to her will... or so to speak) it was only natural to assume that not everyone could get a piece of the action. It became very apparent, as the night progressed, that the kids' relief would come from the erotic entertainment scene. They never even stood a chance, being in the same room with those 'Poweraid' gods. The beer guts didn't seem to care, one was quite content with the hockey game and (as the name implies) beer. His friend had been picked-out ahead of time by the one of three; but only for his tenderness for they were old friends. That left the game to pretty boys and yours truly.

Now... they were two very hot, in every sense of the word, women: one of two (to whom everything under the sun quickly relates to sex in one way or the other) and one of one (was very hot indeed and, unknown to the others, had a brain too). It was up to us four men to win a prize. One of two was getting some that night so she was only interested in flirt. I guess that was cool but very unsatisfactory. That meant the blue ribbon would be granted by one of one, with whom I had become relatively close to, considering the related be the studs. She claimed to being very shy; but alcohol does have it's virtues and she was drinking it pretty fast.

It wasn't that I was particularly interested in this affair, but she was very hot. I would've enjoyed rubbing down her tender flesh from head to toe, but not especially her sex (I actually considered leaving this for the stud... he probably needed it more than I and, being a stud, would also please her more in that unimaginative way). My prowess with massage caught wind and landed by her attentive ear.

"A full body massage? Very interesting!" she told me, leaning over the stud's lap, granting me a glimpse of just how beautiful her eyes were when lit with fire. So when Mister left the room, she offered me a seat next to her. I wish I could've gotten to know her better. Unfortunately, the beer got to her and she got

I found-out why one of two's husband had the head-aches in the family (she had previously told me that he doesn't give her enough sex), she kept yelling out comments all night. The other studs were trying their luck on her by making her believe that they were interested in issues (Monica Lewinski and separatism were mentioned... big deal). It was kinda' amusing for a while; her being so pretty, but also uncontrollably annoying. Then the conversation balanced over to sex (of which she was an expert... remember?) She told us males that peeling the top label off of a beer bottle was worth a free blow-job and the big one, a free fuck. The amusing thing was that the kids where the only ones to succeed; not what she had in mind. She eventually got a ride from someone and left the party. Bye-bye one of two! The gathering was hence over. The ribbons had been given to the studs.

We put the kids to bed (figuratively, of corse) and someone else popped-in. I was giving one of three (the sole purpose of why I had come in the first place) a foot rub. The guy was all self-conscious and asked her who gave the better massage. She knew of the 'male ego' and did not want to offend either of us. After all, a massage is a massage. I knew mine were better and I demonstrated to them a bit of what I had learned. His reply (for the self-conscious do) was that he just did it for fun. I did not rub it in any further. All I really wanted to do was give my old friend, mother of three at the age of twenty-two, a little joy for courage.

There are different breeds of horses for different needs. Some run for other peoples' money, bring prestige and beauty along with them. Others pull sleighs and help the farmers with their brutal work, bring strength and compassion with them. Ponies are pretty useless to anyone but little girls who dream of owning one, bringing. . . I don't know, but they are nice. Finally come the wild horses, bringing freedom and hope from their travels.