When she turns back to her husband, he is back to normal, naked and pulling on a shirt. “Will it be my Christmas present?” she asks.“By the time...we get home, it will be Christmas,” he answers.She bites her lip. “Who was that?” she asks.“Someone I know,” he answers, pulling on his pants.“What exactly ... uh...”“What happened?” he asks. Jana nods, looking dumbfounded at him. “Let’s just say I had gotten more than I bargained for.”“What do you mean?” she presses.“It’s nothing to be concerned. Her mother was extremely religious and had made Ann attend church with her without fail each Sunday when most of her other friends had been running off to the beach on picnics. Her mother also gave persistent warnings on the evils of petting and had instilled into her the idea that a girl should at all costs save herself for her wedding night. Ann had accepted this and deported herself accordingly.She had met Dave at the Rose Bowl ceremonies in Pasadena. He had been a junior at UCLA and in. After several applications of a wet rag I offered to let her take a shower and I would toss her clothes in the wash so she could have a fresh start.I took her to where the shower was. I folded my arms trying to look as firm as possible and told her to give me her clothes. She gave me a little smile before taking off her shorts and top. I reminded her with a firm voice she was a guest and not to be a slob leaving clothes in a pile on the floor. With just the slightest reluctance she folded her. Not bothering to cover up, I put my hand on his buttocks and gave him a push telling him to swing his other leg over the saddle.He swayed unbalanced on the saddle and I quickly reached up to the pommel and told him to hold there so as not to fall. My fingers grabbed the pommel and my arm felt his now growing bulge pressed tight against it. His eyes were still locked looking down at my cleavage.Giggling, I tried to keep him from falling over, but he toppled off the horse and landed right on top.