Millicent was getting a real feel for the base of knowledge required to be at ease on horseback in any terrain. Until they tried their first four foot...jump.Millicent, when it was her turn at the jump, saw the fence where she died at the fox hunt. She wouldn't or couldn't let the horse do it. She defaulted three times, the last time they plowed into the setup poles. The student instructor was sympathetic and told her the following Monday she'd be able to do it. Now she had to agonize through the. Most of you are probably trying to digest what I have just told you. You are saying to yourselves in disbelief 'My God, Mars has rebelled against WestHem'. But that is not what has happened, not yet. Mars has done nothing, I have. I have initiated preliminary actions to secure this planet in the hope that we will rebel, that we will tell WestHem that we no longer wish to be a part of their corrupt system, that we are going to carve out our own destiny from now on. But I will not, I cannot go. Lost completely in the moment she pulled her panties to one side and inserted a finger deep inside her glistening sex. With lips parted she let out a soft moan pushing her face more firmly against her Daddy’s covered cock. Her hips made tiny thrusting motions against her hand as her tongue worked it’s way up his shaft and back down to his balls completely dampening the front of his shorts. Her eyes lit up in delight as the wet fabric hugged the shape of his cock, making it more definitive. Oh. Matt just shook his head and began putting the sleds away thinking, those girls are going to be the death of me or at the very least get me fired. After he finished, he went to his apartment and changed into clothes that would be more comfortable to have dinner in. For Matt, that was a pair of worn blue jeans, a soft grey sweater since he knew he’d be manning the grill and a pair of soft-soled moccasins that he loved.He trudged up the stairs to the main level fearing what he might find the.