Loved to experiment. Joan – The receptionist at the Museum of Fine Arts. English gal with long legs, a fine ass and nice tits. Loved leather and lat...x. Once she had you tied up, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to you. Betty – Newspaper reporter looking for a good story. She got more than a story for when she looked me up. She had long legs and a set of tits that wouldn’t quit. Loved to fuck. Soon discovered that making love with a beautiful woman was a lot of fun too. Gloria – Freelance. It would rise soon after sunset. It was summer, the night would not be long, and neither would it be cold. If I started now, not losing any more time, and with a horse that took me to the foot of the mountain, I might make it.I did not have a horse. My horse had died a few months ago, and I had not yet bought a new one. It had not seemed necessary.I took my neighbor's horse. I could not ask him, as he was not home. I knew where he was, at a lady's house, but it would have taken too long to go. "You are gonna love my mom. She is just like me, but twenty-two years older. She still has dirty blonde hair, nice melons, and can be sweet when she wants to be." Really, are her hooters bigger?" I pondered, getting front of her."Yes, smartass," she replied, taking my other hand and looking into my green eyes. "She is just the most important person in the world to me. I just really want both of you to like each other, that's all. We've been seeing each other for over a year now and she doesn't. For the next minutes I hear and see nothing but last night racing before my eyes. That first kiss in the elevator, her perfect breasts, her breathing while I was pleasuring her. Health-hippies be damned, I say, “thank god for smokers.” The CEO gets up and says, “I need a smoke, take 5.” I would get up, however that might be a bit embarrassing because of the situation in my pants. I decide not to send anything back. A text conversation might start, and I’ll never be able to get anything.