Lunchtime, the morning riders would return from the trails that wove around the farm. Arranging ahead of time with the farm manager, the farm would ta...e care of your horse, otherwise, each person was responsible for his or her own a****ls. Most preferred to do things their selves, a on such a hot day, they were quick about doing it and would leave immediately afterwards. Today was no different, each putting away the saddles and tack and combing their coats. Mrs. Z., a shapely full figured but. I liked the music, it was cool. Mommy really liked it, too, and she even whistled along with it. She said for me to sit on her lap and lay my head beside hers so we could both watch. I liked that, because her hands played all over my little titties and even my clit, and that’s how Daddy found us when he got back. He had hot dogs and hamburgers! Mommy went why don’t you move up to the passenger seat honey so you can eat better, so I did and I giggled like a little kid when she kissed my butt. "Your entire body is beautiful." He said when his mouth was free. He ran his hand over my hip and dipped it between my legs. My knees fell further apart as his fingers began to fondle my lips, carefully urging them to open. His fingers were light and teasing and driving me crazy. I grabbed his hand and pushed it hard against my clit and rubbed myself up and down on it. He groaned and rolled over onto me and got himself settled comfortably between my thighs as we continued kissing. His hand. . scared half to death.”“Why?” she gasped out. “You’ve known him longer than I have.” She fervently hoped they didn’t think she was implying anything about their having been prostitutes.“Uh, it’s not Morales. To be truthful, we’re afraid that we’ll do or say something that will make you change your mind about us being here and marrying your man,” Ashley almost gasped out.“Shit,” Jasmine mumbled. “I came across too strongly with my lecture about how we would do things, right?”“No, no,” both.