I heard the sighs and moans coming from Emilia next to us, as she came first, and then so did Ernesto. Clearly, she was up to the task and I would be ...eeping her on as one of the ladies of the inner circle, to say the least. I also determined that Ernesto would not breed Gabby at all this time around. Nathan, Liam, and I would do the honors, while Stuart and I would share the joy of knocking Emilia up with Ernesto. Yes, I had plans and schemes, which naturally I trusted would succeed, since I. His free hand came out and grabbed my right tit, squeezing roughly, then pinching the nipple. “You’ve got lousy technique,” I hissed. “Don’t pinch it off, appreciate it. Don’t you ever date normally? You’re not ugly, what’s your problem?” He slapped me, then grabbed my other tit. A real tit man. “You’ve got the problem, not me, bitch. You all think you’re so damn hot, turning up your nose at us all -” “Excuse. Miles and me looked into each other's eyes often smiling at each other. I felt nervous about the night ahead.At about six, we departed toward home. The twilight made for a romantic looking sky. Even though it was still hot and humid, I sat as close to him as I could. I truly wished to be the best wife as possible. Our hips and legs were touching which made me have the chills. The horse took his time as if he were tired. I sure was because of getting up so early on the train, washing as clean as. It was a typical summer week and the ride was wonderful. As the miles from home got more and more she would occasionally slide her hands up and down my back, tickle my neck, reach around for a quick feel. As the day became dark we found a nice little town, stopped got a room , cleaned up, changed and rode to a little bar which also had a few bikes parked outside. The place served food so we ordered and began to drink some cold beers. It was the typical small town place and being new people.