I've got her horse stuff here; she bought from my ex back when. She never picked it up; too busy. Even then, she was ultra hot. Her husband worked for the studios and was never home. She was only there to scoop and dust, and to give him oral when he got home. Well, I've had this horse stuff of hers for years. She finally came to get it and I excused myself to the bathroom but forgot on purpose to close the door. Investigating the noise, she looked around with her forward ways. We were lucky we made it out of the bathroom (damn glad I mopped up!). She left a few hours later and I'll never be able to speak of it. I hope she doesn't either. I have one picture in my head of being half buried in a very, very happy place. Yeah!