I gave the horses a quick brush down and rewarded them with a bit of grain. Jesse only had one horse to care for, so we both finished at the same time...even though I started first."It's about time we had a little excitement," Jesse commented as we rode west. "I was getting a little bored." So getting shot and, and maybe even hit in the arm, doesn't phase you???" I stuttered, raising my eyebrow."Well, maybe just a little bit," he laughed."OK, I know what you mean. This little adventure promises. Just don’t stop till I say, okay?”“Okay, Babygirl!” I drive the fingers of both hands in harder and deeper. She yells, lifts her ass up toward me even more, then reaches back and spreads each cheek even further apart, like she’s needing me to drill her even more roughly.My head is spinning. She’s moaning even louder, squeezing the fabric of my jeans, twisting it into balls in her hands, sweat oozing from her pores, the scent of it filling my mind with thoughts that are becoming more depraved. I would get so excited because that was my element. Saying a word and then spelling it out.I mentioned the go-karts we were all building that summer. The street behind us actually started at the top of our street. The development was Rolling Hill. And the hill that street went down was a little kids dream. We learned to build brakes on those little carts. No one was allowed to start a ride if they didn't have some way of slowing down or stopping.I know this was the year I became scared of. By this point it would only take a couple of tugs to get fully hard and be ready to shoot everywhere. I could sneak a quick one in, pretty much anytime no one was looking. By the end of day two, every time I would go to touch it, I would start to leak. Not a lot of cum, and easy enough to clean up, or lick off my hand so no one would see. Saturday is when it got interesting. We woke early and drove to the in-laws lake house. We planned a quick overnight visit. When everyone went out to swim, I.