Mabel, her sidekick, is closer to sixty than Juwanna. Where Juwanna outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, Mabel was a dinky thing. If Mabel was ...ive feet tall, I’d be extremely surprised. I doubt that Mabel weighed a hundred pounds dripping wet and wearing combat boots filled with water. Her breasts were small enough that she never wore a bra, not that I went out of my way to check. To say she was an A-cup was being generous. Still, she had managed to nurse three healthy children. Her son. Thankfully, Paul ended her lesson for that day soon after and she was able to return to the house to shower and relax.Two days later, Emma returned to the stables and asked Paul if he would continue the training. He told her that the most important thing was for her to ride in a racing saddle long enough to actually forget about the saddle and just be able to concentrate on the mount. Once again they rode the perimeter, slightly faster on each lap, just so that Emma could begin to learn her. Mind you she wore cloths the showed off her boobs not hid them.”Just then some school kids walk passed the house very noisy. I stated “Well the kids are out of the monkey house now? We will have to sit here for a few minutes until they pass.”Just then my mobile phone rang. Answering it “Yes, Ok,” Hand on mouthpiece. “Lorraine can you take us back down to the club please?”“Yes, OK” Lorraine replied. We quickly got dressed, Heather forgot her bra though.On arriving at the club we found out those. Another man wanted me to drink some pee and somebody else wanted me to just do jumping jacks naked for like an hour. I think Uncle Seymour thought that the pee idea was a good one. He asked me what I thought about it and I just made a face and he laughed, but I could tell he was thinking about it.The first part of the tape was like an interview. I was sitting on the couch and Uncle Seymour asked me questions. Like how old I was, and what my measurements were, and stuff like that. Then he told.