"My dear, in this place, no one will look twice, believe me. Stu, the owner, has a strict policy that clothing is entirely optional on the premises."... shrugged slightly and began making my way back to our table, Cherise wrapped around me like a small child. The only difference was that my cock was inside this small child and she was old enough to know better. When we arrived at the table I went to set her down at her chair, but she purred, "No no, I'll sit in your lap for a while. Don't. Slid my hands under it and ran my fingertips up your sides. You straightened your arms out. With my arms inside your shirt I slide it off over your head and outstretched arms. I was moving slowly, kissing and licking your upper body as the shirt worked its way over your arms. Then I moved down to your pants. You were wearing sweats. I pulled the elastic over your hips and down your legs. Again I moved my tongue slowly across your skin. As I moved down the inside of your thigh I bit. We needed about twenty or so more Clydesdales, especially since the wagons would need two each to pull them. This didn't even consider the fact that quarterhorses were much better for driving cattle.The Clydesdales were acceptable for moving cattle, but they didn't pay attention to what the thaka were doing. The rider had to furnish all the know-how when using a Clydesdale. With the quarterhorses it didn't take much training to have your mount start helping you without much direction.It wasn't. At the same time the scene in her bedroom had become the center focus of her self pleasure sessions. She would rub her pussy and softly moan his name as she had contractions so hard they made her tummy sore. For a reason she never understood she started dressing in short skirts and western mens shirts instead of the more appropriate jeans, and had to fight to protect her modesty getting in and out of the truck. Even sitting in the truck and keeping her skirt at a modest level was difficult, if.