She was very beautiful for her age. She had long, curly blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that spoke volumes to my soul. Her figure was slim, with ...lightly matured breasts and a sleek back that curved delicately to a round, toned ass. I enjoyed watching her in her skimpy little Sunday dresses. She rarely closed her legs when she sat down, so I constantly got a view of her floral print panties. Two more months went by, and my lust for Miley grew. At church one day, they had a picnic. And she. Brenda rolled her sheer nude panty hose up her legs and then lowered herdress down over her head. The dress stopped several inches above midthigh and the top was cut low enough to expose her cleavage to well belowher breasts. She sat and looked at the sandals Melissa had sent for herto wear, the heels were almost five inches tall. There were two longstraps attached to the back of the shoes and Brenda was at a loss as towhat they were for."Ashley, what are these straps for?" she asked."They wrap. There was no question about horse movements now, I was dry humping my Mom and she was letting me do it. I leaned forward, resting my head on her back, increasing the tempo of my thrusts, grasping her tits in my hands. Panting wildly, I finally came, pulling her back hard on my jean-covered cock. I pulled back. Dad was further ahead. As far as I know, he never looked back. Mom lay as she was, still grasping the horse's mane, breathing heavily. She hadn't come, I'd left her hanging.Dad stayed. Monica and her husband, Brian, used to live just outside of Reading and we had socialized on several occasions. It had been a while and it was good to see her."Hi Monica, just here for half a day doing at little work in Manheim. How have you guys been?"We made small talk for about ten minutes and I ended up following her to their house for a family barbecue. Monica was from the coal regions and Brian and his family was from Lancaster. Most of the people at the gathering were Brian's relatives.I.