Her face was bright red, and her breathing rapid, as she looked deep into my eyes. “Tighter” was all she said. I tightened my grip on her beautifu... neck, she did not fight to get away as I squeezed with all my might. It was obvious that she was barely breathing, but was in what can only be described as orgasmic bliss. I lead her back to the car; I released my grip on her throat, and pushed her face down onto the hood of the car. I spread her arms out on the hood, and spread her legs wide open. ..’She was getting up and pointing the way to the studio, heading off in front of me while I watched Her hips sway and Her body move in that short skirt, my head a little hazy now, a distinct feeling of unreality coming over me. I had to go along with Her, I’m not the sort of bloke who can say ‘no we’re going to do something else’, I’m too feeble and wimpy for that. But my heart was thumping, fearful of what might happen if/when She started to pose, to show. Would She remember our conversation. "Why?" he asked, already knowing what the answer would be."So I can see what I look like without my dress." She started bouncingwildly up and down, blonde curls whipping around her head in a platinumcloud."OK then," he nodded, managing to keep a straight face. He fumbled withthe buttons for a few seconds, then sat back down on the bed while Aggieslipped the straps off her shoulders. She shimmied her hips for a coupleof seconds, sliding the frock to the floor and unveiling her sleekfigure in a. “The house and grounds take up about five acres,” I told her. “There’s another twenty-five acres behind that, but we don’t really use it. We just keep it wild. I had horses at one time and I rode the trails back there, but I didn’t ride enough to justify keeping them. Anyway, there’s a stable a few miles from here, and I ride there when I feel like it.”“I rode when I was growing up. I stopped when I left for college.” There was a wistful note in her voice.“Riding’s fun,” I said. “I really like.