A little research told me that it was a retired racehorse. She got fully kitted out and astride the horse she was truly magnificent. I could imagine...her in police uniform in the Mounted Branch carving her way through football crowds or demonstrators with no problem at all. And most importantly of all she became an owner, not just a weekend labourer, and that brought out a whole new turn in her confidence.The next week my wife and I had been away at a competition, and returned in torrential. We gazed steadily deep into each other's eyes, each of us swirling into the reflected depths, our tongues twirling, the wetness of our mouths merely hinting at the rush of moisture gathering between our legs. I could feel the flush swell my breasts, and then Kimbra felt it too, at the exact moment my hands reached to feel hers. I unbuttoned her sweater as she unbuttoned my blouse, whimpering at the mutual discovery that nothing else barred the way to flesh fondling flesh, my hands massaging. They tend to have big tits, and I love big tits. This one was no exception. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting blouse. That blouse allowed just enough of a view of her ample cleavage to pique my interest.She was with a couple who seemed to be deeply engrossed with each other. They were paying little attention to their friend. The girl I was interested in seemed bored and unhappy. When we finally made eye contact, I gave her my best smile. She smiled back.The band began playing their next. I could tell she had not bothered to cleanherself "too" well after using the toilet earlier.I felt her reach a hand down to toy with herself and, with the other,she grabbed a crop from the couch. I soon felt it swatting my smoothcrotch in time with her rocking on my face. I tasted her pussy juices asthey flowed towards my mouth. The pace and strength increased with hermoans as she approached orgasm. I thought she would suffocate me, or atleast break my nose as she furiously rode me to a huge.