I could see the wetness spread on the fabric of her panties. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Then I held ...er thighs spread as I ventured into her grotto. She was cleanly shaven. I didn’t know it at the time, but she had shaved recently, I guess the night before, to prepare for our meeting. Her cunt was pink and welcoming. I ran my finger along the length of her gash. She moaned.She was glistening with her juices. I slid a finger into her. She. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I let the orgasm flow through me, trying to stay upright on the saddle.The next setting was a slow bounce without the rocking. The saddle would rise up slowly and then drop back down, impaling us on the dildos. Some girls squealed with delight, others in pain. The dildo definitely rammed my cervix when I slammed down, but it was bearable.Then the bouncing increased to medium. Our stockings were too slick on the polished leather to give us any way to grip it. I noticed how wet she was when I placed my hand between her legs. A soft moan escaped from her lips.Kneeling behind her, I placed a cuff on each ankle and locked it to the horse. I ran my hands down her legs feeling her tremble. I went to the front of the sawhorse and kneeled in front of her. Keira raised one hand and touched my face. Looking up I saw the gleam in her eyes. I took her hand away from my face and placed a cuff around her wrist locking it. Keira's eyes followed me as I went to her. Because of some events in our mutual past, she earned a level of respect and admiration that only a few people have ever earned with me. As with any other best friends we could talk to each other about any subject and know we would not pay a price for our openness. I think this is very unusual for people of opposite genders, but we somehow managed it. It has been very useful in helping us understand our spouses, because Rene would often ask me for a man's perspective of her relationship with.