“And it’s a hand tool also!” she exclaimed. Fifteen minutes later, they were in the back of Randy’s van. Twenty minutes after that they were b...th short of breath and satisfied. They got down to small talk. “I’m Randy. What’s your name?” I’m not sure, but I don’t think I had ever in my life asked that question after sex. “I’m Barb. I can see that you’re randy, but what’s your name?” A girl with a sense of humor. They made a date for the next night to meet in the parking lot at 6:45 and skip the. Now although I had lived for almost twenty years, the closest thing I had ever ridden to a horse was a little pony at the petting zoo when I was six. To say I was inexperienced is an understatement. My horse was more jittery than I would have desired, but luckily we all stuck pretty close together and were going at a slow pace. I didn’t have to do much, as the horses followed the trail guide — a perky woman with red hair, probably in her mid-thirties. I was actually enjoying the scenery when. "Don't go too far," I said. "Never know what there is in these woods that might want to eat a little girl." Yeah," she laughed. "That already happened ONCE today!" She took a few steps down the slope away from our blanket and squatted, facing me."You know," I said, "I've never seen you pee before."Eyes twinkled. "Oh, so you, like, wanna LOOK?" Uh-huh..."She reached in between her thighs and spread her pussy lips. The golden stream spurted. I was fascinated. The flow dwindled to drip, then. Grace wore a pair of navy slacks and a white flowy blouse with large navy and gold polka dots. She pulled her hair back into a bun but left some curly tendrils framing her face. She kept her jewelry simple, too; just diamond studs and the bracelet that Mac had given her. Still, despite this more casual look, he couldn’t help but want her.Max and his wife, Virginie, had three kids. The oldest was a girl around eight, and the other two were boys, five and three. Mac was a little unsure of having.