Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Mr.Ford,” she giggled, “what’s that?”“...hat’s what?”Feigning ignoranceShe pushed herself round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.“That,” she giggled again.“Um...” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m...I’m sorry.”Slowly, Emily turned over to look me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is. I put in a lot of extra hours at the pizza joint, but without her help I could never have afforded it. Now I am the envy of all my friends. When I don’t take the Jeep to school—due to a shortage of gas money, Mom will drive it and thankfully fill the tank. She says driving the Jeep makes her feel young. Her car is a ten-year-old minivan she got before my dad left. Some days, like today, she comes to pick me up from school when she has a day off or can get off early from work.I never mind my mom. Rachel smiled and as we laid down she pressed herself against me.“Touch me wherever you want. I love closeness. May I touch you all over too?” I nodded. We didn’t kiss, just touched and caressed. It was very relaxing and I finally took her hand and put it in my shorts. When my cock responded she pulled off my shorts and used her mouth to pleasure me further. That hadn’t happened since I don’t remember when.Her pussy was wet to my fingers and she hummed and made happy noises as my fingers. "Tanya said coyly, "I've been crazy about horses ever since I was a little girl. I've always wanted to have one of my own, so I could go riding, but my mother was always afraid to let me. She was afraid I'd get hurt or something."The two of them had trotted along ahead, and Jason was lingering behind.He was letting his horse amble down the daisy-strewn path, while his head was in the clouds. As the horse moved, his hips swayed back and forth in the saddle.He was day-dreaming, fantasizing. He.