Jillian?s long blonde hair was pulled back into a French braid. Hertightly-buttoned riding clothes accentuated her voluptuous figure. She wore knee-hi...hblack riding boots, tan jodhpurs, and a tight white blouse adorned with aHerm?s scarf she?d tucked inside like a cravat. A brown four-button jacket kepther reasonably warm in the chilly morning air. As she dismounted, she tucked along black riding crop under her arm and removed her helmet and gloves. Thestables were deserted except for the. Connie was pissed off that her suffering was overwhelming the pleasure. She could sense a hint that sweet sensation lurking in the background, but her defences wouldn’t let her get to it. At last, it was time. I fucked her. Gently at first, then just hard enough to prompt the massive release I expected. Barely had the thought that I was about to flood a virgin schoolgirl with a huge load crossed my mind, than it happened. As I let go, clenching the sweet young skin of her shoulders, I ground my. Then I remembered her telling me the rules. All of the slacks I had were for women! I once again 'tucked' myself and fastened the slacks up and reached for a shirt. A simple white shirt is what I wanted, but what I got was a simple white blouse. It had a round neck and short sleeves that puffed at the shoulders! That's when I knew just how devious she was. Even the loafers were gone, in place of them were flats. I slipped my feet into them and joined her in the parlor. With my hair still in a. The two continued to chat with the family until the detectives’ cups were empty.“More coffee, Gentlemen?” Diana asked.“Uh, no Ma’am, but it was delicious,” Baker responded for both of them.“May we help you with something, Detectives?” Jeff asked while almost successfully hiding his grin.“Uh, Sir, we would like to speak with Mrs. Tanaka – in private, please.”“Certainly,” Diana said as if expecting the request. Coming to her feet, “Right this way, Gentlemen. Mrs. Tanaka,” she finished, motioning.