He then moved down my body, running his tongue along the lines of my torso, his fingers continuing to massage my ass cheeks.Then he unbuttoned my jean..., and pulled them down in one swift movement, taking my briefs with them, my now semi erect cock bouncing out as they fell to the floor.He suddenly got up and stepped away from me 2 or 3 steps, and stared at me as he took off his clothes. I had no idea what he was planning, but I was getting incredibly horny thinking about what it might be.Coming. I’d almost left the building with the papers in my hand when I saw from the windows the horses were not in the way. They started to run around each other, so I waited until one of them stopped in the middle, and then I quickly went out. I was holding my dress carefully. I tried to hide the fact that it was simply falling off by itself. Then I let go of it when I reached the field. I stepped quickly toward the horse because I felt it falling off with each step. Then I slowed down when I finally. She has always been very conservative about her dress and showing off her body. I had always wanted her to show off more and had even tried to get her to talk about it while we were having sex but she would always say she couldnt. It was always in the back of my mind and I would fantasize about it all the time. I had to go to a party for my work and I told her she really needed to wear a short black dress we had bought a few years back that she never wears. She complained about it but gave in. They argued into the evening, daddy fighting in our corner and mother trying to defend her freedom of expression, I knew my parents were open minded swingers, and of mother's insatiability for other men, her two weeks of sexual pleasuring, away from her front door, and out of sight from the neighbours.Mother was a repressed typical hypocrite, an upstanding member of the community, a church pillar, and a 'Dogger' at night, whenever her needs surfaced, she drove off to the outskirts of another.