An hour’s enough.I guess my expression was a bit of a giveaway.“Was it too much?” Matt asked.“No, just different. I guess I’m one of those s...oiled girls – I’m used to being capable ... I didn’t feel capable.”“You did super for your first lesson.”“They make it look easy,” I said.“The more you do it, the easier it gets. Some of it’s making it reflexive – getting conscious thought out of it. When you walk, you don’t break each movement down – pick up the right foot, move it forward, lower it .... .. kissing you there. Your legs part, but it's too soon for that. For the first time in what seems like ages, my hands and fingers touch you as I lower the front of your thong... just a little bit. Your hips are reaching for more. I kiss you and lick you and suck you on your sensitive skin above your slit. It's still covered by the thong. But I can smell your womanness. Kissing all around your hips your body is begging for more. Your thong is lowered just a little further and as I kiss my way. . All of her fears appear to be evaporating. Her pussy starting to think for her... She bites her bottom lip as she runs her hand down from her boob, over her belly, and between her thighs – which she spreads a little to allow her fingers to slip down between her old, slightly long and loose pussy lips ... Leaning back harder against the horse – him barely noticing her weight up against him.Writhing back against him, just enjoying being so close to him as she touches herself ... For a moment we. ”I even heard Jessica yell at me over the crowd, “There’s no way ANYONE could ever beat that! Oh my God, I am sooo bummed that our band director made us miss their show. He’s such an idiot!”All I could do was grin at her and shrug my shoulders.The director announced the soloists, again to thundering applause. I of course, was biased towards the girls, but the two fiddle players and the male vocalist also did phenomenal jobs.They finished the first half of the concert with excellent renditions.