“Off with the webbing then” he said, she was quick to divest herself of the upper clothing, standing up straight for his inspection of her not unt...dy body. Not overly huge in the breast department, nor yet undersize be it said, he nodded his approval, running his huge rough hands over the soft flesh and stiff nipples in a most suggestive sort of way! She shuddered, as he muttered that they should mark up well she knew it was not a casual comment, he meant every word. He pointed at the only. "That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought", Ann gushed, as Denise and I painfully dismounted. "Heck, we've only got around an hours worth of work to do."She seemed to notice our predicament for the first time, and was sympathetic. "What the two of you need", she stated "Is a nice swim in the creek. It's cold, but it will feel really good. Let's take care of the horses, and then you'll see what I mean." Ummm ... Ann?" I ventured, "I think we forgot something. You didn't mention any water, so I. Mike picked her up and easily tossed her over the saddle of Comanche face down. He secured her to the saddle and when he was satisfied that Marilynn could not fall, or wiggle herself, off the horse he mounted Moe and headed back.Every so often Marilynn would try to jerk herself free, but Mike just laid the riding crop on her backside and she settled back down. On down the trail they rode. Mike on Moe and Marilynn slung over the back of Comanche as if she was an old bag of potatoes.Scott. .. until mother nature decided that enough was enough with the teasing and playing, it was time to get serious. We stood for some seconds looking intently into each others eyes then scannering the other's body. My eyes appreciated for the first time what normally would have been covered by swim shorts... a member of good proportions, not fully erect but neither was it flaccid; whatever, I knew that I wanted it. To feel the firm flesh grow and harden in my hand or better still with my lips.