We were sitting on the sofa looking at the videos and Jean started to view them again. As she was occupied I slid my hand under the hem of her dress a...d worked my way up to her cunt. I could feel she was warm and moist and as I slowly rubbed her through her knickers she slid her bottom down to the edge of the sofa and opened her legs. Running my fingers up and down the gusset I found she was very wet. Instead of moving the gusset to one side and slipping my fingers inside I pushed the gusset. David pumped his dick in and out of me... He kissed me and whispered how good I felt, and then he gave me a hard-dicking like I have seldom experienced! With my heels locked behind his hips, David fucked me missionary until I came once again. I got up onto my hands and knees in the middle of his bed. David gently took one of my tits in each hand and slid his blue-steel prick back into my slippery snatch. I squealed with renewed delight as his rigid jackshaft bottomed out inside me, his balls. The cabin was much cleaner. The windows were washed, the floor was swept, the walls and furniture were dusted, the curtains were drying on a clothesline that hadn't been there yesterday and a large pot of water was heating on the stove."Are we done with work for the day?" I asked with a mouthful of sandwich. Aunt Marti's breasts peeped out of the halter-top with every movement of her arms."Yes, we are. The water on the stove is for us to bathe with. There's a washtub of water out back in the. And her name was Sarah O’Brien. ************* Cantering past the Olympic flag, into the Dressage Arena, I know what the judges are looking for. Balance, rhythm and, most importantly, horse and rider in harmony.And I know what the critics are thinking. Sure, Sugar is a supremely athletic cross-country horse, they whisper, but he’s not well enough trained to perform in the graceful and precise manner necessary to be on the Australian eventing team. Never finished in the top twenty in the dressage.