”“Do you love me enough to fuck the woman I love? While I watch her sweet face light up with the pleasure, I know you’ll bring her.”“You wan... me to prove I love you by fucking another woman?”“Not another woman. The woman I love.”Bri, who was 22 like Tina and me, piped in. “Tina keeps telling me how amazing your cock feels in her. And I’ve seen how big you are. I can’t help being curious.”Tina continued, “I love Bri very much. We’ve shared just about everything these past four years. I want her. I closed my eyes, hit the button and put the ‘phone to my ear. It was my financial advisor Theresa Roberts’ voicemail saying she wasn’t available and that I should leave a message. I ‘tutted’ and scrolled down again. It was the same with Steve Reynolds, the guy who managed the estate agency that handled the acquisition of our apartment. I hoped it would ‘third time lucky’ and it was. A familiar voice at the other end answered, “Hello, Simon Parker.” “Hi Simon.” I said. “You know who this.”. Then she very gently and softly started rubbing sun screen on my breasts, kneading them, I thought maybe a little too sensuously. I was aroused by Megan’s attentions, and my nipples showed it. “Lie down,” Megan said in a matter of fact voice. “Let me do the rest.” I complied, stretching out on my back while Megan stroked my stomach and under my breasts with her slippery, creamy fingers in a kind of sunscreen massage. When she finished my top, she began running her fingers through my pubic hair,. "The professionally dressed older woman held up 6 long horse tails with a definite thick tapered butt plug to be inserted into each mount's tiny brown eye. Candy smiled because she was inclined to enjoy any kind of activity "back there". Winona shuddered a little bit but tried not to let it show. One thing she absolutely could not stand was ridicule of any kind.Each of the Saddle Club mentors approached the "mounts" with a gob of jellied lubricant to ready the path for Mrs. Finch's.