"I'm just going to go to his house and knock on his door," she confided her plan to her closest friends. "And what if some hottie answers the door in ...er Victoria's Secret nightie?" "At least I'll know the reason he ignores me." "With your kind of luck there will be some dude with him," another one responded.With her confidence now fueled by alcohol she headed out the door and to her car. She stayed in the parking lot long enough to refresh her makeup and slip out of her business length skirt. The thought was so kinky she was already starting to recover from her shock of seeing Stan - and her hot cunt was dripping its thick love juices in preparation."So you boys like what you see?" she teased. She turned, wiggled her pert ass and then strode off around the room. Her tits swayed with her every movement. They weren't gigantic, but they weren't small either. They were ample sizes to pleasure any man, even a tit-fancier.She paused, looking back over her shoulder at them. Her eyelids. “Eli, are you going to keep that big saddle on him?” Ben Barkley asked.“I thought about using a lighter saddle, but this is the only one he’s ever had on his back and I’m not going to make a change for his first big race.”“I reckon it’s best you don’t then. You may want to start putting one of the lighter saddles on him that you got in your barn back home and let him get used to it. He’s fast, but so are a lot of other horses and they don’t have near the weight to carry as Cheyenne does.”. "If you want," I said huskily.She gently shoved me out of the room and closed the door.Charli met me in the kitchen, where I was trying to pour some brandy. She walked up behind me, put her arms around me and hugged me. "I'm ready," she whispered in my ear.I turned and kissed her, eager to feel her lips. She kissed me back, picking up her glass as she stepped away."Show me your bedroom," she said.I took her hand and led her to my room, only stumbling twice. I touched my lamp, bringing a small.