"Needless to say, we arrived at the beach house a little faster than we should have."We are finally here," I whispered just loud enough for her to hea... so she would know I’m still up for our promised fucking. But then she said some horrifying words."Baby I’m tired lets go straight to bed so we can have "our type" of fun all day long tomorrow, I promise"Little did I know that she was playing me. When I got back from the bathroom and walked in the door, my girlfriend was bent over and slowly. She was new since the last time I had visited. “Hi Gemma.” “Hello Kylie. This is my niece Joanna.” We shook hands. Hers was soft, with delicately-shaped fingers but a strong grip, “Holly and Buster are all saddled up and ready for you, Gemma,” she said. Buster, a large, spirited chestnut stallion, was Gemma’s own horse; Holly, a smaller, and quieter dapple-grey mare, was the horse Gemma usually booked for me. “You put my other saddle on Holly, did you?” Gemma asked. “Oh yes.” I sensed something. " Well, first there's missionary inverted. That's where the woman is on top."I guess she was confused because Gwen asked, "You mean the woman gets between the man's legs?" No, but I've seen that done before. I can't say I remember the name for it though. Just imagine that you and whomever you are with both roll over while doing it in missionary position. When you stop rolling; you are on top and he is on the bottom; and, your legs are still on the outside of his."I could tell she didn't fully. I knew her address and with a little work I could find plenty out but then how to go from there? I sighed.I just had no way of judging what any outcome would be, of any scenario I came up with and it always came down to a tug of war in my mind.I came out of my daydream, running my thumb across the little cotton patch of her thong. That was the other sorry thing about all this. They were all clean. I lay back with a groan.I held the thong with up both hands as I lay on my back. No, it didn't.