"We rode along for an hour and I found the feeling of Jan's ass riding up and down with the horse's movement to be delightful. She got off a little or...asm every once in a while with the horn embedded in her cunt and me in her ass. I enjoyed the feeling though I wasn't going for an orgasm. I did play with her firm tits as we rode which both of us enjoyed also. We had been riding for an hour or so and I saw a suggestion of something odd and old at the side of the road. Jan saw it, too, pointing. I didn't think that the heat would be this horrible on you. I guess Anthony and I are more accustomed to it than you are." It's not your fault. You go dance. Just let me sleep, I'll be fine."Claire sighed, flipped the pillow, and shifted uncomfortably on the cotton sheets looking for a cool spot. She knew she was ruining the vacation for the three of them, but there was little she could do about it. It had been over a hundred degrees every day since they had arrived in the Quarter, and her body. She was using the bow anchor to gage our progress. Since the stern anchor had paid out, the bow anchor tightened up by using the anchor motor, ‘windlass. The anchor motor is a windlass.’ ‘Yes mother.’We stopped. “Finished with engines.” She said, and shut down the motor. We were perfectly still. The quiet slipped in like a thief in the night. We were both silent.“Tired?”“Yes, Mom.”“We’re only going to get a couple of hours.”“What happens then?”“The sawmill starts at 7AM. The 6:30 whistle is. Once i get off there my friend and I meet with Katie and we go out around about 20mins for coffee. Katie is dressed in this black top and top punk ruck type of skirt with black boots heels type. She looks like a punk lesbian rocker type. which due to her job is the usual dress ya all know how those 'artist' type is they all have their special features of this or that and they usually stand out.She is very good looking in person. Must admit I was already like a little horn dog waiting to pounce.