I always ride a Fjord horse as it was developed for the steep landscape of Fjords and Mountains. It's is probably quite closely linked to the ancient ...orth Asian wild horse, so it still has a lot of its original wildness."S-L-A-M !We were startled by the sound of the door slamming behind us, was there someone there? Was it the wind? All three of us became silent as we struggled to hear. Suddenly Lena took a riding crop from the nearby stable wall and walked right to the source of the sound.. It was windows 10 and the poor guy had a hard time understanding it. But with some teaching, he started understanding it more.He thanked me for the favor and asked me to have dinner at his place. I tried to decline, but he was resilient. So I thought his wife must be cooking food for both of us. I headed to his place. I was shocked to find out that his wife already passed away and that his daughter-in-law was handling the things.He told me how his son worked hard to get his son in an English. I was surprised at my boldness and passion. I was rock hard, pressing against her. "What are you doing, you naughty boy?" she said but said it in a loud whisper and I heard the tension in her voice and I knew she liked it, liked the touch of me against her, my hands on her breasts. She pushed away from me, her face flushed. "Jimmy. I'm your mother." I moved back, embarrassed. I was hard, my cock jutting against my pants and I saw her notice."Sorry mom, the wine, I guess."She looked at me, a. I cupped her cunny. When my fellow twelve-year-old, Kylee, felt left out, she pants’ed me… or I guess that would be, suit’ed me. I pulled my suit up and chased her down, suiting her.As she struggled to get her suit back up, I pulled her into my arms. Our faces were close. I kissed her. She smiled, and tickled me.Kylee’s white swimsuit was as see-through as mine when it was wet. I made her stand in the shallows for a moment, facing outward to just me so I could look. “You’re beautiful,” I told.