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total indifference. Summoning up his courage, he raised a trembling hand to reach for her. “Well, what have we here?” The ringing words shocked him from his revelry; he spun around and whipped his hand down as if he had been burned! Struck speechless, he found himself facing his imperious aunt, her trim figure clad in a smart riding outfit. “Aunt…Ursula…I,” he managed to get out, as she strode up to him with her usual savoir-faire. His aunt, he had discovered, was unflappable. A jaded woman of the world, who seemed absolutely shock-poof. She took everything life had to offer in her stride, a useful attribute when living with such a happily perverse husband. The sight of her curious nephew slinking around the stables to cop a quick feel of a ponygirl was hardly a discovery of note to her. She was actually surprised that he had not attempted such a sally sooner, as any red-blooded boy was bound to do. “Oh, Geoffrey…Geoffrey…Geoffrey,” she tsked, shaking her head knowingly. “You really need not skulk about so. If you want to visit our girls, simply ask , darling.” She stood close to him, searching his embarrassed eyes. Unable to meet her gaze, Geoffrey lowered his head, like a rueful schoolboy caught looking up a dress; but she would have none of it. She placed a single finger under his chin and raised it up, to look in his confused eyes, and give him a big, understanding smile. “Come now. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s quite natural, you know, a big healthy boy like you is bound to be curious about girls. You’re growing up. It’s obvious.” She looked pointedly down at his crotch, gave him a wicked smile and a knowing wink, which sent Geoffrey blushing furiously. Ignoring his obvious embarrassment, she rattled on conversationally. “I was telling Basil just the other day: it’s time young Geoffrey became better acquainted with the opposite sex. And since the court in its wisdom has made you our ward, it’s up to us to see to your education. Now come along lad. It’s time Auntie Ursula took a hand in your education. Your Uncle and I know a few things about girls that will stand you in good stead in the years ahead. Shall we start our first lesson with Flare here?” The lanky boy, still recovering from the shock of being discovered, could only manage a weak smile and a nod of his head. She smiled back and opened the bottom of the stall door, beckoning its sole occupant out to the center of the stable. Walking barefoot on the straw, the beautiful ponygirl emerged into the light, her head held high. She was of course, naked, wearing nothing but the leather collar, and the cuffs that banded her wrists and ankles. The russet-haired woman, like all the ponygirls, was unselfconsciously nude. She obeyed with aplomb, answering her mistress’ summons with self-assured poise, stepping up to stand before her visitors at loose attention: shoulders squared, chest out, passive eyes straight forward. Both observers stood for a moment contemplating the beauty of the nude who offered herself for their appreciation. “Oh yes, our Flare’s a pretty one, isn’t she. So very petty,” the Lady crooned, reaching up to thoughtfully finger a single tress of the motionless nude’s silky hair. “And well-trained too, you’ll find. Yes, I can see you’re developing quite an eye for feminine beauty, my boy. You enjoy her breasts of course,” she teased, seeing where the boy’s gaze had immediately fixated. “Yes, they’re lovely. And look at that pussy,” she added, as her nephew’s eyes obediently followed the instructing finger that now pointed to the triangle of soft reddish pubic hair. “Quite adorable, I’ll grant you.” She took a step back, and continued in the dry, discursive tone of a classroom teacher. “But there are others things to consider, my young lad, if you are to become a man who truly appreciates women. To be true connoisseur of feminine beauty, you must consider the totality of the