So, conveniently forgetting how much trouble he’d been in, Carl started spooning Stacy. Including waking up, this was his second mistake of the day....“Go fuck yourself,” she mumbled angrily while distancing herself from him, “Or better still,” she added spitefully, “why don't you call Michelle?” From her pissed reaction, it was obvious she hadn't forgiven him yet and although Carl was very hungover and very horny, he wasn't stupid. Stacy was a lovely girl but in the mornings she had a temper. As the place filled up and the night wore on, it would get increasingly crowded and people would start to climb up onto the narrow plank on the far wall for a breather or to dance away from the crush. The plank was at about shoulder height from the crowd on the floor and anyone could see who was on the plank just by looking up. Amy was one of the barn rats. She was 5' 4" and about 90lbs, early 20's. She mucked stalls, did a little training with kids on ponies and rode like the wind on horses. I went behind her and asked her to pen her eyes.She blushed. She tried to hide her boobs with her hands, but I took them away. I told her “you look so beautiful in your birthday suit. Your boobs are perfectly shaped and your pussy with ample hair over it is always the kind I liked.Your husband has missed such a beauty” I could see the joy in her eyes as I praised her body. Her butt were so firm and round. I went in front of her and lifted her arms above her head and held them there with my. As my wife and I were newbies and from the UK, we attracted a lot of attention and pretty soon my wife had a succession of men chatting to her. One in particular seemed to interest her and after about fifteen minutes, I saw the guy had his hand on her leg just below the hem of the nightie and she wasn't doing anything to discourage him. For a couple of minutes, he just let it rest there then I saw him move it up under the nightie as he said something to her. My wife replied then got up and came.