I mean come on diddeykins ... you don’t mind do you?” Five foot ten inches of perfectly formed female; she looked good in a dress and great out of...it; and she had brains to match. In her final year at Cambridge, she was heading for a high 2:1 (second highest degree), maybe a first if the oral went well. Who could fail to be impressed with her tight red skirt clinging around invisible panties, showing more leg than a swimming costume. She really was clever, but she knew how to add a few points. She was thirty-two, about the time most women start losing their looks. But she was getting finer and finer.I smiled. "Let me see. Turn around." I put my hand to my chin and considered how much I wanted to fuck her.She put out her arms and shimmied her shoulders, moving seductively in slow rhythmic motions. She shifted on her feet, snaking her body and teasing me with her knockout curves. She made a full turn and then hoisted her porn-star tits. She gripped and squeezed the melons of soft. I want to hear this proposition and why you brought me here, instead of leaving me walking." Nikkie drags a bale of hay out of the small barn. "Grab another bale, and follow me, Spade. You can meet my best friends." At the back of the barn, in a four strand wire enclosure, six horses gather at the make shift gate to greet her. She opens the gate and shreds the hay into the feed bunk. Spade does the same with the other bale and watches as Nikkie rubs faces and talks to the horses. "I had three. They were welcomed into the restaurant where Roger pulled a small card from inside his jacket, handed it to the hostess and then they were immediately taken to a small table in the corner.Roger's eyes brushed over Abigail rather quickly, not sure if she was serious about agreeing to the conversation her and his wife had earlier in the day. The quick glance did give him enough ammunition to make his fantasies about the after dinner entertainment increase with more erotic colors. He pulled out a.