She had dimples and gray-green eyes. ‘I’m glad I met you, Jacob. You’re such a nice guy.’ There were times when he sat alone in his tiny dorm ...oom, a pocket of space designed by a Japanese barely twelve feet on its longest dimension, and felt the cold silence of the room around him and the emptiness and the sounds of talk and laughter from next door, from upstairs, from outside the courtyard, and felt that he had been buried alive, and that this was his coffin, and that it was his doom to be. ” ************* Waiting at the start of the cross-country course, I walk Sugar in circles, not wanting his legendary impatience to over-excite him. Finally, the medical helicopter, airlifting the English rider who had fallen, passes overhead and I get the signal to start.One soft press of my thighs and Sugar is quickly cruising, hunting for obstacles to conquer. So far everyone has had a time penalty on this course. But that suits us, we trust each other and Sugar is probably the most athletic. Stroking, soft sighs and murmured directions take over. I slip my hand down and stroke her soft pussy, hesitating just a moment before allowing my finger too press inwards and feel the wet softness within, gently I stroke and explore her pussy till I can't resist and catching your eyes I slowly lower my mouth and with the tip of my tongue taste a woman for the first time.You are now kneeling with your cock in her mouth and I can feel her trembling as I nibble on her clit then sliding my tongue. Something simple, it was my day to relax, eggs, bacon, and toast was fine. I gave my best flirtatious smile when I met my husband in the kitchen, but he didnft seem to notice. He was too busy reading the Business section of the paper. Oh well, I tried. The kids came down and have their breakfast; everyone got ready and headed out the door. My husband left for work long before the kids were on the bus. I watched my kids get on the bus and closed the door with a sigh. Ok, time for some gme.