Mabel couldn’t put off her ‘Lady Godiva’ ride any longer, and now put her mind to it. Despite what she had said to Alison, she wasn’t going to...get dressed as such. It would be to no purpose, as the whole fucking point was that she was naked on the fucking horse. She stood naked in front of Alison’s full length mirror, and let her hair down from its constraining bun. As always it fell down around her like a golden waterfall, completely covering her body. When it wasn’t clipped back from her. We both moaned loudly, shuddering together. When her orgasms ended, we fell apart into a heap on the bed. We breathed heavily recovering from an amazing experience making love. It was the only way to start a glorious day. It started out as a glorious day and looked to be one of our best. Today, we celebrated the tenth anniversary of our first trip to Paris. Shelley and I planned a special day. I rented a classic old sports car convertible, the concierge of the hotel packed a picnic hamper. I feel the nice warm inside of your cunt, and my cock is just hard like bone now. I feel around inside your cunt and stops as I touch a small area that's a little rougher than the surroundings. I then move down and places myself between your legs again. I use my free hand to massage you right over your cunt where your short shaved hairs are. I press down a little with my hand, while I keep rubbing my finger back and forth and then round in circle motion inside your cunt. I can feel the foreplay. “Just a minute!” she yelled. “I’m coming!”She opened the door. “Trick or treat,” came a voice from behind a mask. It was a low, sexy voice coming from a man dressed in black satin from head to toe. His shirt was opened to reveal his chest and his arms were very muscular. His pants reaveled that he had strong thighs. “Well?” smirked the man in black as he pushed Linda aside and walked through the front door, “what’s it going to be? Trick…or treat?” Is this a dream, she thought. “Alrighty then,”.