With her legs wrapped around my waist and chair, she easily enveloped her creamy chasm around my magic wand, making it disappear into the depths of he... bowels. Her gentle spurtings put her into a mor steady pounding of her ass cheeks upon my cum loaded balls. The imprisoned member, now engaging in a slippery swim in and out of her farting pussy, continued its probing of the euphoric enema that she had released from deep in her sweltering snatch. She was slightly biting on my shoulder in. “Hey, Sweetheart,” I said.She jumped up with a squeal and into my arms, “Hey, Steve! What’s going on?”“Let’s take a walk,” I asked.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“No, not like you think. I just need to talk to you.”She grabbed her windbreaker, and we headed out for a walk.“Remember the first walk we took? How hard it was for me to hold your hand and how scared I was to have you hug me?”“I do. That seems like ancient history now, though. So much has happened since then.”“Yes, I got better. In. Unexpectedly she felt cool sea water splash high over the backs of her sneakers, looking back she saw the cave opening twenty or more yards away now was filled with breakers. In panic she looked around and found a man just in sight deeper into the cave. He had come running at the sound of the now crashing sea as it beat against the cliff base and went past her at speed. "Quickly" he called over his shoulder as he waded into the rapidly rising waters. Following him they both found themselves. Carefully folded inside the gossamer-like tissue, a complete riding habit in the exact shade of her eyes was presented to her. The riding habit was trimmed in delicate silver thread. The white riding gloves were also trimmed with silver in rose designs. Also included, were a new pair of black riding boots and a delicate hat of the same soft velvet as her riding habit. Speechless, Georgia ran into her father’s outstretched arms. ‘What’s this, no words of thanks for your old sire?’ he jokingly.