People who have not read my previous sex stories. I would request you to read them to know about me and how many sex escapes I had already. People who...have read my sex stories and people who wrote to me, thank you all people. Your responses are the actual reason which inspires me to write about all the escapes of my life. Let’s get in to the story guys.As you can see it on the name of the story. It is going to be a new chapter, a new girl, a new level of fun. The girl I am going to talk about. Instead of material, my hands were met with the cold flesh of Stacy’s tight ass cheeks. For a second I thought she had left her underwear off but knowing Stacy as I do she would have been too nervous to do that. My hand brushed against something on one of her cheeks and I realized it was one of the straps from the suspenders she was wearing. I moved my hands inwards until I found the small, lacy material of her thong as it disappeared between her perfect cheeks. I began to move my hand lower,. Of course fate likes to fuck you around every once in a while, and surprise you when you least expect it. It certainly took us by surprise that morning, even with me keeping an eye out for trouble.We came around a bend and found our route blocked by people and horses. In truth, it hadn’t been intentional. It had just happened. Even I could see that. Unfortunately, that road block brought my convoy of vehicles up short, and when it did, it initiated a chain of events that quickly got out of. It was a small mansion so the ballroom seated about a hundred guests for dinner and the live music.Unfortunately the live music the night I wandered in was Jazz. To me jazz was like someone gave four deaf men an instrument. Then told them to make music. Most of the time nothing seemed to fit with the other musicians. I know I'm a redneck, but I just dont 'get' jazz at all."I did have a nice dinner before I moved to the patio for my one real drink of the evening. The patio is also where the kids.