In no time, my cock hardened, expanding to full height and thickness in response to Lynn’s accompanying, teasingly whispered, “oohs” and “ahhh...” and “what a manly steed”.Annoying, but it made me harder too.“If I was a woman,” she whispered, “I would do anything to get that inside me. Oh, fair knight, won’t you ride me tonight?” Titter, titter.Her giggling brought her husband’s attention. He looked out his door at me, smiled and waved, then turned back to his work. Lynn didn’t stop rubbing her. I know I was caught. It was so freekin hot having this young thing sitting at my table in a robe with nothing on but a bra and panties beneath. Halfway through dinner, her phone rang. She got up and left to take the call. While she was gone, I started clearing the table and doing dishes. She came back and insisted on finishing them up. She told me to sit down and have another beer. I loved sitting there watching her from behind. I was staring at her ass and I think she knew it. Our conversation. Barring that happy circumstance, he would inevitably be abducted, whether by the thugs that inhabited the district or by rival Houses.Samantia knelt down to look her brother in the face before almost smothering him with a fierce hug. "Sharn, do you remember when we had to ride horses to go with mother a few weeks ago?" Horses! We ride horses again, Sammy? Please? I was good! I didn't even cry when Ceilia hit me for stopping her hurting you," Sharn pleaded, jiggling in his excitement.It was. I felt pretty silly, riding the subway with an old leather slipper on my knee. But then she sat down opposite me. Slim, youngish, attractive, with a slightly upturned nose, brown hair tied back in a ponytail. I noticed this after I noticed her eyes. Green, lively, intelligent. Interested. I saw her checking out the slipper, then the number of legs I had. Then her gaze met mine. An eyebrow - the right one - arched up in a silent question. I gazed steadily back. Perhaps the very edge of my mouth.