I arrived at the gym at about 11 PM which is the latest I have ever gone to a gym. I went to the front desk and signed in. Only two other people were ...here when I arrived. The two men were in their late twenties maybe early thirties and both in great shape. One looked like he was about to finish up judging by the large sweat stains filling his grey shirt and gym shorts. I headed to the locker room to change out of my dress clothes and into my gym clothes. The locker room had light brown walls. "I think my dad's going to want to take some pictures," she said. She took my hand and led me into their formal living room.We stood together, arm in arm, posing for the camera. We put up with it with as much tolerance as we could. It was a pain for us, but the parents just didn't see their young ones dressed up very often, and they always seemed to want to mark the occasion with photographs. Finally, after posing this way and that, standing side by side or in each other's arms and our heads. Now we wanted to go out she didn’t know which dress to put on and I told her to put on a saree and a sleeveless blouse and no inners and the vibrator was still in her ass and we went out for some fun and she couldn’t sit in the car and she was wanting to take it out I didn’t let her do it and she was adjusting and sitting in the meanwhile I was playing the remote increasing the speed when required. She was sweating and lifted her hands and rested it on her head and I started to lick her armpits. " Ma'am?" I said."Don't you m'am me, you big oaf. I'm Captain Jackson and these woods are mine. Nobody comes through here unless I let them." She lifted her chin, stuck out her chest and smiled at me as her nipples strained the cloth. "What's your outfit?"I told her, said we were rear guard and handed over the ammunition from my saddle bags. She thanked me, kicked her horse and said, "Come on."The other rider stayed behind me, and I glanced back at her a time or two. She was alert and rode with.