Was quite strong with an F cup to die for. Meat and potatoes, my kinda girl. Then screamed in my ear. "PUT THE FUCKING PANTIES ON BITCH!" I whimpered ...K. She released her grip. Helped me to sit on the bed then held the panties out for me to step into them. That's right she purred, one leg, then the other. Slowly pulling them up saying "Here we go." Stopped right after the knee and was eye to eye with my cock at attention. She asked "What the fuck is this? Your getting excited by being put in. He still looked a bit skeptical but only nodded. He left me on the horse and went to help Tilda clean up the picnic. She’d had it almost completely cleaned up when he started to help. Tilda glanced up, a surprised look on her face, and then she blushed and looked back at the mess. I smiled my first genuine smile. So this is the guy, I thought. He was handsome I supposed. Tall, his nose slightly crooked, as if it had been broken numerous times. Dark and rich chestnut hair and brown eyes. I. Maybe a phone book would help. I found an open window on the clubhouse and made my way in. The air had a stale quality to it, as if nobody had used the place for months. I found a phone book where I expected, in the office. By comparing the address of the sheriff substation with the grid map in the front of the book I found them--out near the interstate. This would take a while.I was surprised by what I found when I approached the interstate. There was a traffic barrier west of town crossing. Jealousy was in full effect but it doesn't bother her. When the song ends, Chris Brown's "Take you down", fills its place, and she falls in step with it. Couples nearby - the women - make sure to have their backs to her. As if this will block their men from dancing with her. Of course, it backfires, their eyes can still see her. Believe me, she doesn't see them. This girl was freaking herself, and she didn't need a man to fill her needs. Not right now that is. By this time a few guys make.