After few minutes I felt her hair on my face and she was closing in on my lips. She did the same to my lower lip and upper lip as what I had done to h...r. But she kept her face just a inch from my face. I opened my eyes and looked straight into her eyes and held her by her waist and made her lie over me. Now her tits were on my chest and her legs were on my thighs. I was hard as a rock and I knew she could easily feel my cock on her lower part of the body. She asked me not to hold her like this. Her lips were rosy red but everything else was black. Black bra, black panties, black hose, black garters, and a very short black ruffled skirt that left most of her panties exposed. She had the most exciting bulge in the front of her panties. Her thighs were rounded and looked so soft. Her belly was flat and her skin was unblemished all over. She held her hands behind her back which caused her small breasts to be pushed forward. This allowed the slits in the bra cups to spread enough to. I must say I enjoyed that. Does it sting like a bee?” Prudence reached around and rubbed her right posterior. “Oooo, it does. What a strange feeling. I think you had better larump the other cheek to even the score.” “Nothing would give me greater pleasure, pumpkin.” nodded Henry in agreement. “I must say, a man could get used to this sport and want much more.” Raising his right hand, he walloped the virgin left cheek with a firm and meaty slap. “Eeeek!!” squealed Prudence as the sting made. She learned to help a mount don and doff his gear. She learned to ride at the walk, jog, stride, and finally sprint. She learned to use the tools of her trade, the control rods and crop. She learned to bring her mount to an all out sprint and how to keep his speed under control. She learned exit the starting gate cleanly and to negotiate the press of bodies at the start as jockeys and mounts tangled for inside position. She learned to read her mount to know just what she might ask of him. .