’ We were holding hands. ‘That should be obvious: the emotional ties we share, your intelligence, your maturity…’ She gave me a sour look. ‘...our maturity,’ I said again, ‘which should not be underrated. Have you talked to a 25 year-old hunky guy lately?’ ‘Well,’ she said. ‘Exactly,’ I said. ‘Same for me. It’s all packaging. Lovely wrapping paper, but when you open the box, there’s nothing inside.’ ‘Oh,’ she said, smiling, ‘there sometimes could be a pretty stiff cock inside.’ She glanced. Becoming fathers so young probably did not help them turn out the best they could, either. Carla was older than his mother by four years. Her oldest child, a daughter, had graduated college and moved away for a good job. Her son was in the service.Carla could have done the lawn herself, but she was not mechanical enough to deal with the cranky old mower. Did no one in his family have anything new and in good condition? Well, the two older women whose lawns he also did needed his help without a. His wife should have got him into hand lotion, kept those mitts smooth. I lift my face, smile at him, move in for the kiss. Chaste, no tongue. Let him initiate more if he wants. I'm going to be a good girl tonight, not a slut. Pity.I make sighs and moans, perfectly calibrated to excite him. Heart rate is elevated but steady, which is good. Last thing I need is another cardiac corpse on my record. His erection is at 67%. Either I'm not turning him on enough or he needs chemical assistance. I. Ginny responded to him right away and asked him about how long he had been riding and how he got interested. That kept up for the entire twenty minute drive to the stables.To call them stables was an understatement. This was more like a ranch with a really fancy building for the horses. I counted twenty stalls but many of them were empty. The whole place was spectacular and obviously catered to the rich folks. I thought we were very lucky to have this opportunity. As for Ginny, she was.