Another woman was in a sun dress. A couple of others had low-cut or cleavage-showing tops so I felt like my clothing choice fit-in. Some girls wore co...boy boots or fashion boots so my expensive heavy tread Italian boots did not seem too out-of-bounds. Mister Wheeler, who owned this great spread, greeted me warmly. And just as I thought, he walked me down to the riding ring adjacent to the barn to show off a young thoroughbred he had recently acquired. Naturally, I fell in love with Gusto as he. She was tending to the plastic roses that were planted along the side of her trailer, but stood quickly as I approached, a horrified expression on her face.I nodded in agreement, slouched forward, broiled and exhausted from my long walk in the sun. By now it was past six, but I was still baking. I felt like shit and probably looked ten times worse. My chest was damp with sweat and Gene’s cum - some of which I was sure was in my hair - and my shirt, it turned out, had lost its pocket and ripped. He wasn’t surprised to find her wet, but held off from entering her with his finger for now, instead gathering a little moisture before returning to her clit and rubbing it in soft circles. A gentle moan into their kiss was his reward and encouragement to continue. He alternated between rubbing her clit and ripping his fingers into her, gradually easing his finger in deeper feeling the slick tightness of her hole enveloping him and the thought of being inside her made him shudder with. I decided to just get it over with, and asked for three days off after we got back off. It was approved.I took a flight, and then a cab to get to his house.I pushed the doorbell button, and Uncle Bob let me in. I had called him to tell him I was coming. The first words out of his mouth were "What's wrong?" What makes you think something is wrong?" I asked, feeling sick to my stomach."You rang the bell, for one thing," he said. "And you look like you just lost your last friend."I just pulled up.