"Are you still interested in the woman with the chestnut hair?" he asked.Martha could not resist playing with him, "Was that the little eighteen-year-...ld with the pale face and slightly too much puppy-fat?" she asked."No it damn well wasn't, and you know it!" came the predictably annoyed response, "It was the one before her that I paid over two thousand for." Oh, that one. I think I was over-optimistic about her value. I'm pleased you saved me paying more than fifteen hundred for her. Thank. Mary was enjoying it too, and moaning in pleasure. Her hips were writhing on the bed and I could smell her fragrant juices as they lubricated her pussy. The time had come for me to go the rest of the way down on Mary. I licked my way down, starting with the channel between her twin beauties, and stopping when I reached her soft pubic hair. To properly eat Mary's pussy, I was going to have to kneel between her legs. This meant that Mary had to move to. She walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and across the living room. She could hear the soft rustle of satin as her body moved within the light, sensual gleaming ivory white gown and fur. She could feel the wonderful sexy lightness of the silk, satin that caressed her skin, breasts and hard nipples. She could feel the way the soaring skyscraper heels forced her breasts out and made her take short mincing steps as her hips swayed and her ass wiggled in a sexy provocative, totally wanton. I still had to sell Pa on the idea.“So, I figure we can board up to a dozen horses. There’s good riding trails. It’s minimal cost, even in winter. The south pasture could support another couple dozen rescues,” I said. “I’ve been reading a bunch about them and most just need a safe place and dependable food and water. Rescues won’t be for riding or working. They’ve earned their retirement. Though we’d be watching for a stud and some brood mares among them. And for the future, we’d like to.