“Hi Mickey”, she would call out approaching him. He always responded, “Betz my name is Mike and I’m working the land can’t you see dummy”... She would callout as she galloped away, “I’m no dummy and my name is Betsy”. At that moment in Betsy’s life she wondered what the future would be for them as she tightened her strong legs around Trigger’s side flanks then stood up in the two stirrups in respect to her carriers powerful strength underneath her unbroken hymen. Then sat down slowly when. My hands on my thighs. I’m embarrassed. I don’t want to misunderstand and don’t know what to do with my hands. His eyes on mine, then on my mouth, then on my breasts.I love my breasts. They’re not too much but you can see them. A cup C.He starts to unbutton my shirt, breathing deeply, inhaling my perfume. I’m not breathing anymore. Last time my husband, or any man, unbuttoned my shirt I was still in my thirties. Since then… nothing.He then closes his eyes, inhaling, and diving his face between. She did not come back to live with us, ever. Dad was left with me and little Tiff. Mrs Haddon was to become our stand-in mother. I still loved Mother and wanted her back. I just wished she did not smoke. The three of us made the best of it as it was. Granny, that’s Mother’s mother, came across most days and took care of Tiff. Either Mrs Haddon or Gwen met me from school. It made me feel happier when one of them was with us because Dad had changed so much. He always seemed so sad now. When the. ..Well, it didn't take long for us to get to his hotel room.We started out slow, he carefully undid my bikini top, and touched my boobs... we kissed gently and pulled at each other. I got hotter than I ever have with a guy and began to feel my pussy get wet and tense. I moved closer to him, unlaced his trunks and saw my first real penis. Oh my god it was beautiful, it sprung up to meet me. I really couldn't believe how big and hard it was. I am used to sticking my finger in my pussy...and not.