The reason I’m writing today is because of something that happened last night. I was at work yesterday, when Tom called and asked if I minded if...he brought a friend home for supper. Well, I told him that I didn’t mind if his friend didn’t mind having hot dogs. I really don’t have time to make a lot of great meals, so we often eat pasta, or hot dogs, or pizza. I mean, we eat low fat hot dogs, but they are still hot dogs. Anyway, Tom said that that would be fine, and. All of us rode our 'show' horses, and I rode Merlin. As soon as we were away from the main ranch, I asked Audry to restrain the kids. I wanted to camp at the little meadow near the Indian archeological site. We'd meet there. Maybe we'd visit the dig tomorrow. But today, I wanted to see how far Merlin could run.Some horses need other horses pushing them to make them run. Not this one. As soon as I loosened the reins, gave him a heel and said, "Come on, boy," he was off. And he ran like a. As well as he could, Jack steered carefully, barely letting his foot off the brake. He glanced out Fiona's window. The car next to them was a splotch of silver, the driver a contrasting smear. As long as the rain kept up, they had privacy.He'd been twenty-four on that bus. He was thirty now. It didn't matter. Fiona had learned his body deeply in the intervening years. She licked and sucked him with firm purpose, her fist pumping the base of his cock with short strokes. The pleasure rose. I thought of the panties,pulling them out I slid them on, still horny from before. I laid on mystomach on the bed, again my hand slipped into my panties, I closed myeyes, I thought of Ted's dick, I had never sucked a dick before, Idon't know what came over me, it just felt good, better than I expectedactually. The soft warmth, the hard yielding texture, the way itpulsed against my tongue, the way his cum tasted, slightly salty, andsweet. I moaned, rubbing my dick faster, I came hard bucking.