For the next year or so, I knew about boys. I'd talk and giggle with the girls. Sometimes we'd look at each other's pussies but not touch."I let out a...big sigh."Then this summer I saw you with Mrs. Parker. I was outside the window. I masturbated to orgasm. Twice. I have masturbated at least once a day since then. At camp, I let some of the boys play with my breasts and one I let touch my pussy. I made him stop before I orgasmed, but I ran to my cabin and finished myself."I could not see Jason,. Even though her breasts were only a decent A-cup in size, her nipples were very sensitive and would harden into two obvious little peaks of hard tit whenever she was turned on or the cool air would hit them. For that reason, Karen told me she'd wear a bra to school to keep from "nippling out" and being embarrassed but at home, she'd seldom have a bra on. She not only didn't see the point but she also felt like being braless might attract her stepfather's amorous attentions more quickly.Karen. They had her practice the day before and she got the rudiments. The next day we all set of about mid morning and the girls had a great time showing us the extent of their ranch. It was much bigger than I had imagined. It turned out that Shirley seemed to be a natural, but she told me that riding a horse was a bit like riding a bicycle. Once you had mastered the technique it soon came back to you. I found this was true for me also.I wasn't as experienced as Shirley but I had done enough to get. I ran out to my car and put my panties on and drove the three blocks home. When I came into the house my husband sensed something was up as I ran up the stairs to our bedroom. I undressed as I ran. I jumped on the bed and laid there as my husband entered the room holding my cum stained panties. He put the panties to his mauth and tasted the cum and then he took off his clothes and jumped on the bed. He mounted me and started to fuck me good and hard. He stopped and moved down to lick the man's.