Kim and Cathy were both dressed in jeans and t-shirts so there was no worry about chafing. Cathy did, however, end up with a sore butt. She was going ...o have to learn how to use her legs to soften the ride.At lunch the two teens were chatting a mile a minute about horses and the things they could do. All six horses were unsaddled and turned out to pasture to get acquainted. I noticed that Kim and Cathy's fillies seemed to hang around together as they roamed around the pasture.All of a sudden I. ‘Thank you for your assurance. It is obvious to me, now even more so than before, that this is out of the ordinary for you. Thank you for even considering making an exception.’ It was, nonetheless, not at all evident that she was, or would. She made no response, and I could sense that our conversation had essentially ended. She had listened to my pitch and weighed it on the scales of… well, weighed it and evidently found it wanting. She was too much a lady to simply walk away, which would be. I gagged only once when the tip of his cock passed beyond my tonsils. I embraced his pelvis with my arms and impaled my throat with his throbbing member. I could not breathe, embedded on his tool, so I timed my breaths, with my bobs, feeling him thicker and longer with each successive entry. His heavy balls bounced against my chin and his pubic bone ground against my nose. I sucked and slurped all over his length, feeling the ridges of his veins with my tongue.He pulled me off.I, kneeling back. I couldn't see one, and the wardrobe mistress was getting impatient."Venir le long de, rapidement main tenant, vite!" I needed no translation of that, the whole tone of her voice was sufficient. I should have learnt. Modesty around this place was unusual. Red-faced I did as she asked. I only bothered with the trousers and jacket, if the jacket fitted the shirt would certainly do. I have to say her eye was good, they fitted perfectly. She put the clothes on a hanger, then folded the lot.