” “You got his age right, but mine you got wrong, because we are the same age.” “He’s nineteen or twenty?” “He’s nineteen now, but wil... be twenty in one and one half months from now, and my birthday will be two months from now.” then signing her name to the receipt. Once we were back in the car with one bottle of wine in the bucket of ice, and I was backing the car out of the parking spot, “Talk about me lying to people. That was a bald face lie you told that woman behind the counter in there. Messaging me from her almost empty profile. She is in my town.Her fetish is BDSM. That's all. She is new to it all. Moreover, still a virgin. This is how our tasty talk starts.Feels like I am the first man on here she tries. Looking back, probably not. Her profile is two weeks active.So, she most probably tried some local profiles before, but unsuccessfully. Or she decided there's no match.Right from our start we get along great. She is eager to respond to my questions and any sexy. Hero and I went in with the young group for a while, although their regular teacher was back, working from crutches. I helped out some, then got out of the way. I thought I would just work both horses and see what they knew that I know too.In the ring, I tried everything I could do and a few I couldn't. Hero is a well-schooled horse, as I had decided earlier. When I ran out of time, I put him up and brought out The Bay. We worked together as before. Today, though, he seemed to have lost his. Got some cut off denim hot pants and a black crop top that had "Hey Guys" emblasoned on the front in hot pink. I wore a t-shirt and track pants over it so I could exit the house without drawing attention to myself. I gatehred some makeup that I could apply on the drive. As I made my way down the stairs a car horn blared from outside, I waved my father goodbye and ran out to see my men. Peter was driving, David was in the backseat. Being cheeky I climbed onto Dave's lap before we had even left.