There he stood before me, in the doorway of my house, smelling of sex and a musky cologne. "I'm sorry but I have to do this" he said grabing my face a...d pressing his gentle velvet lips against mine. As he pulled back I arched forward, not yet ready to let my lips drop from his. "My dick is soaked with Vanessa's juices" he said smoothly closing the door behind him and dropping his pants to reveal tight boxers concealing his throbbing cock. I could feel the adrenaline, rushing to my toes and. There was the usual button to be clicked only by those professing to be eighteen or over, and beyond that a message to the effect that any enquiries would only be answered on receipt of a fee of ten pounds transferred over the Internet for each email sent to them! Interviews were held regularly around the country, and could be arranged for a fee of a hundred pounds. I blinked at the screen: I could see what Jim had meant about discouraging 'time-wasters.' ShouldI, or shouldn't I – ask for an. "All that's left is the hair so close to your clit. Hold still while I shave that area. One slip and it could be a disaster. Can you hold very still?" I will try." You must stay still. If it will help I can give you something to focus on instead of what I'm doing. Would that help?" Yes." Ok. Then, for a few moments, lift your legs."We had done this before and she knew what was coming. She lifted her legs and I put a warm gob of lube on her ass and shoved a small diameter butt plug inside. She hugged the young rider.“Yes,” she said. “The land needs you.”“Where would you recommend?”“Take the south trail around the pond. Then bear east a little and you’ll hit the river. There’s a nice trail there and about two miles along the river, you’ll come to an open meadow. Not many people go down that direction because it’s not a mountain ride, if you know what I mean. It just meanders along the river. We’ve noticed a lot of pronghorn gathering in that meadow this summer. I think it would be.