I let her ride ahead for a bit but then she slowed down. "Still, it'sawkward travelling this way." She shifted uncomfortably in her woman'ssaddle. "It...is only meant for travelling slowly." We could change that. Stop for a minute." I dismounted and helped herdown, then lifted her onto my horse. I mounted behind her and westarted again, with me holding an arm round her slim waist.We had not gone very far before she took my hand and raised it to cupher soft breast. When I pressed her I felt her. They chinked glasses. She smiled at hisexpression, as if he?d eaten a lemon, toasting his imminent slavery in herstill warm, frothy and sour urine.?Er ? how do you want to ?you know ? start ???Right away.??This minute? Tonight ???Yes.? She said. ?But firstI want you to know a bit about what you are getting into. Afew rules.?She watched him dry-swallow,his sexy green eyes wide. She?d always loved his eyes. They were the firstthing she?d noticed about him all those years ago. They?d never. I stood naked in front of the mirror. My fingertips moved gently down my belly and along my slit, tips just touching my clit massaging gently. I couldn't get the thought of Wendy out of my mind. "God I wish Greg were here," I thought as I shuddered through a small orgasm. "Lord look at the time," I thought as my mind cleared. Reaching into the drawer I took out a light blue bikini and slid it into place as I got ready to leave.Looking in the mirror one last time I was pleased, and I wondered. I've got to admit that the guy looked large to me but she seemed to have no problem."Well. Those aren't cartoons you're watching. So I think that people do it." I mean real people. Not actors. A person's butt is dirty."I laughed. "Sweetheart. Sex is only dirty if you're doing it right." No. It isn't dirty. What we're doing isn't dirty," she said seriously. She was looking intently at me. I was taken aback. I remembered the look she had on her face that first night. The almost unworldly purity.