We went into the barn and grabbed the tack as she monitored us. We led the horses out into the corral to prepare them for riding. We did as instructed...one at a time, Jolene's hands guiding us as we cinched, tightened, loosened then did it all again. When I'd first met Jolene I noticed how rough her hands seemed to be. When she was helping us her hands actually felt very soft but strong. I know it's a strange feeling but I enjoyed her guidance. She was very patient with us both, gently. As I did his, the hand that was playing with her ass would wrap itself around her waist to holder as close as possible to me. My erect manhood demanded that I squeeze her against me so that she could take note of his existence.Now it was round two of the wildness. The hand that was feeling her breast directly would slowly pull out, moving her clothing and bra aside so that I could give her a gentle and quick kiss right on the nipple. As I did this, I could feel her legs shift from the pleasure. The fast pulling that Jon had been doing brought on a strong orgasm and I just couldn't move. Jon saw what was happening and let go of my wrist. I leaned against the wall while I shook as it arrived with force. As I started to calm down I looked round the pool and saw that everyone in there was watching us.Outside the changing rooms Jon laughed and said, "Good reply, I'm glad to see that you didn't tell any fibs, otherwise I would have had to punish you. Go and get dressed, we need to be back. Mac had stopped and, placing his hand on the man’s chest, explained she had just lost her husband. ‘Well, if the guy’s dead, there’s nothing she can do for him. We need her here tonight and tomorrow.’ Mac glanced around the room. Five men, all past fifty, waiting for Polly to return, a sideboard full of cheese, crackers and champagne. ‘Just what did you need Polly for?’ Mac asked. At six foot four, he towered over the older man by at least six inches. A guilty look flashed across the.