I pulled into his driveway, his house was large, very nice and well kept, the neighborhood very upper class. He answered the door dressed in a knit sh...rt and slacks, "hello, come in" he said. His home was beautiful, you could see the woman's touch. "I'm so embarrassed, but I don't even know your name" I said as he led me to the family room. "It's Conrad, and yours is" he answered, "Richard" I replied. "Can I make you a drink?" he asked. "Rum and Coke" I said. As he made our drinks he said "I. I ease in very slow because Jay is a lite sleeper and i didn't want to wake him. My first stop is the restroom, i feel the need to vomit i hope that after i have done so I'll feel better. So there i was, hanging over the toilet with my earphones playing LL Cool J's " headsprug" ( i had my work out playlist going lol) waiting to vomit but nothing ever came up. After a few minutes i got tired of leaning over the toilet so i took my earphones off and just stood in the mirror. This way i could stay. Buttercup had been a 15th Birthday gift and was a prize-winning Arabian. The name didn’t really fit, since Buttercup was as black as night, but Vanessa had dreamed of having a horse named ‘Buttercup’ since she was a small child. So, quite simply, that was the only name the horse could have. Buttercup was lead gently from his stall. The horse actually gleamed! It had been a long time since she had ridden him. She was actually looking forward to it so much that she decided she could bide her time. Not out of sadness but of happiness. I, finally, was able to give back to him what he gave me all those years ago when he took care of me. He slowly turned me over on the bed, his hands caressing my body as he pulled down my dress and panties. I met his eyes as he looked me up and down, naked. I felt so vulnerable yet I didn’t cover myself. He had never seen me naked before and he seemed to be enjoying it. It was me who moved first. I raised myself a bit and started undoing his belt. He was.