Lou struggled momentarily with the pants that bound his feet, then forgot them. He guided Mary away from her own futile efforts to pull his pants legs...over his boots. The tips of her breasts glided along his skin as she rose. His eyes drank in the sight of her. The musky scent of her arousal filled him.Breath whistling past his lips, Lou stripped Mary's dress over the curve of her hips and allowed it to fall around her feet. Lou's excitement at the prospect of the sensations soon to be. Stacy's parents were well-to-do and had enough money to raise thoroughbred jumpers and she and her father competed with them. Her mother wasn't so athletically inclined and spent a great deal of her time sulking, occasionally drinking far too much.Betty's parents weren't as wealthy and were actually from what people considered to be the lower rungs of the "horsy set." They, and similar families, kept horses for the pleasure of just riding. There was a little friction in the high school between. I watch as you bring your fingers to your mouth and suck them, you growl softly and settle your hand right back to where it was, driving me mad one intimate stroke at a time. I’m trying to not pay attention to what is happening between my legs but soon I won’t be able to ignore what you’re doing. In mixed horror and ecstasy I watch as you slide out of your seat and settle yourself on the ground between my legs. My jeans and panties slip down low enough for you to have free access to my core.. But like I said, I’m on Julian’s side. His friends are my friends. His not-friends are not my friends,” she said.“I’ve had you checked out, Marian. Can I call you Marian?” he said. She shrugged.“I suppose,” she said.“You had a bad time with your ex-husband. You’ve had bouts with cancer. You’re broke, or were until Julian got you on here.” He motioned around the room.The two of them noticed Hank coming back in from the pool room.“Look, can you take a break? I need to ask you something,” he.