Beth looked down at me and laughed softly. She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, then slid her hand down to my soaking pussy. I shuddered as she slip...ed two fingers into me, her thumb firmly against my clit. “You have the makings of a prime pussy eater little one. Do you like cock as well or have we ruined you for men?” “Mmmm Yes.” I gasped out the reply, most of my attention on the way her fingers were moving inside me. “Yes to what? Tell me what you want Amy.” Her fingers continued to make. Muriel ushered her up to the bar where George and Greg were finishing off the last of their beers. ‘Christelle, this is my husband George and this is Greg. Greg and George this is Christelle.’ ‘Hi,’ she stammered. ‘You can call me Christie.’ ‘Hi.’ greeted George and Greg in unison. ‘I understand you’ve had a rough time?’ began George. ‘You could say that,’ replied Christelle. ‘Why don’t you join us for lunch. It’ll give Greg and yourself time to get to know each other and maybe you can restart. For it to work it has to be a two way street, I had to pay attention to what he wanted just as much as I required he pay attention to me. Grooming is the perfect way to get to know a horse, Spirit loves the attention and is used to my handling him, touching him anywhere and everywhere, washing, brushing, and of course moving him around or having him stand perfectly still. In short I took great pains to achieve a level of trust between us far beyond a casual riders ability. Not because I’m. A redhead about 40 years old pulled down her top so I could see all of her boobs and says "here, take a good look and you won't get eye strain".A 35ish blond delighted me with her display of boobs when she leaned forward and her panty-clad crotch, when she spread her legs to put on/take off various shoes. My grandparents insisted that I accompany them to church on Sundays. So imagine my shock when this lady was not only in church the next Sunday but my grandparents knew her well and introduced.