Strait backed, Jackie striped herself from the waist up, revealing large white breasts that hung rather low. I was amazed at this behavior, the only s...xuality I’d ever known from Jackie was when we would both admired some pretty female passer by. She was more like a buddy of mine than anything else. I moved to a chair opposite to have a better view. Susan looked at me excitedly as the ladies fondled each other’s breasts, hugged and kissed. Susan had been whispering in Jackie’s. She was so good that she followed all of my mistakes and gave me the confidence that I needed to not step on her feet more than once a night. Well the song "Tight Fitten' Jeans" had just started and Linda said, "Let's go do it." I grabbed her hand and we headed for the floor.Now this dance floor was like that in so many small clubs in town, about the size of a postage stamp. Fortunately, though, since it wasn't very busy we had it to ourselves. In about 5 steps I had my right leg between hers. She saw nothing more of her fellows until their eventual departure and all she knew about their confinement was what they later told her. It wasn’t that they were treated badly as such. The Cave Painters were understandably wary of these crudely dressed Mammoth hunters. Their furs were stripped off to ensure that they weren’t hiding any weapons. Two woolly rhinoceros furs were thrown towards the now naked warriors and it was under this that they had to huddle together through the cold days and. This was an Olympic year, so nationals came early. Our horses were trained. We were trained. It was time for a break.Just as human athletes need to take a couple days off from training once in a while, so do horses. This trip was as much for them as for us. We were riding our Olympic mounts, Samarkand and Shannon.I finally had to relieve the bladder pressure and gently rolled Audry off me. Fumbling into a shirt and pants, I stuck my feet into my moccasins and opened the tent. A blast of frigid.