On New Year's eve, we checked into a motel about 60 miles from home. We made love, cuddled, and napped the afternoon away. About 7pm, we got dressed. ... had requested she wear her short, black skirt and a red blouse I particularly like plus her black, leather coat. No panties and thigh-high stockings rounded out the pretty package. She did not know why I had asked for this attire until, as we talked while fucking, I outlined my ideas for our evening. As I described what I wanted us to do, she. The smell of the horses and leather and hay are overwhelming. I carry you up to the hayloft. I press you against the bales of hay, our hands running all over each other. My hard cock pressed against you through our jeans. Your pussy is dripping from the ride, the saddle rubbing against your clit, your legs pressed against the powerful muscles of the horse. You reach down to undo my jeans, barely pulling them and my underwear down over my ass. You grab my cock and we stop kissing and look deeply. "As we made our way from the car park onto the first-floor shoppinglevel, I was aware people - especially men - were looking at us. Ihoped it was because Sally was so attractive, but inside I knew thatMaria was sufficiently exotic as to attract attention herself. I wasplump but shapely; I had dark skin, like a particularly rich sun tan,and long black hair. There weren't many women like me in Pinner on aSunday morning."I really wish you hadn't given me plaits," I muttered to my wife. "Ilook. " he said simply and then turned to Jack. "So what's the situation now?" He asked.Jack pointed to Susan, "She's the one from your department, ask her." He saidBracewell regarded Susan, "So Pulse, what happening?" he repeated himself.Susan gathered her thoughts. "The Jack that took your Pulse denies that he's the killer of Blythe ... from the knowledge I have of Jack Adams, I believe him. So there's the problem of who did kill Blythe."Bracewell frowned, "I thought the ballistics showed that your.