She glanced around at the crowd milling around the garages, and said, "Is there anywhere that would be quieter and more private than right here?"J.D. ...hought for just a moment, and then said, "Well, there's nowhere good around here. If you'd like, we can go and eat somewhere, and talk then. Where are you staying?" Food would be great; I didn't eat on the plane. I'm staying at the motel just down the street from the racetrack." She seemed a little more confident now, and was obviously a bit more. By now the drink was beginning to effect "S" in a very bizarre way. She was passing out and waking up every few seconds. She was whispering to me to come closer and when I did she started to grind her hips against me begging me to fuck her. She pulled me onto my knees and wrapped her legs around my waist and started to rub my cock over her swollen pussy lips. I pulled away and began to kiss her all over getting close enough to whisper that I was not going to break the rules and that I would. That's what horses were. You could train them, ride them, yet you had to maintain that respectful distance. Dogs, now you had to pamper them and baby them, listening to them whine and complain as they are doing now Let them outside, bring them in... always indecisive. Horses could take care of themselves; they aren't fussy eaters and were always thankful for small favors like a carrot. None of this rhinestone collared business. Given a choice, Mimi would have chosen working on a horse farm to a. Still holding our kiss, I permit my hand to move down her cheek and across her jaw to her neck. Shifting slightly, to allow her more access and permit my hand to continue its quest, I slip my hand onto the bodice of her velvet dress. I move it down and cup her breast. She arches her back and pushes against my hand. Her hand tightens on me. I squeeze her breast gently, causing her to gasp. My fingers find her nipple through the velvet. ‘Aw! You are not wearing a bra! How positively erotic,’ I.