My cunt throbbing, my juices flowing and my clit growing,I can feel myself galloping down an old country road at midnight. My legs opened wide by the ...irth of the saddle. I visualize my rise in the stirrups. My pelvis rocks and I slide up and down the saddle with a superior glide. The friction excites me and the heat lights me.I like to dress the part. I imagine a tight fitting cap that binds my hair, a doublet over my ruffle shirt, and sleek jodhpurs fitted into long, slender, black riding. The sky was beginning to brighten with dawn and traffic was pretty light. I tried not to be too noticeable while following them so I couldn't get too close. So when the cop blew through a light that had just turned red I was way to far away to follow.I slapped the steering wheel again. This evening had not gone well for me at all. Melissa avoided me like I was diseased or something. Lola didn't seem to understand that we were still in danger; Making dates with someone just because she was mad. Barb loved to run her hands over his muscular physique but the muscle she really liked was his impressive cock. Cliff wasn’t huge in that department but clearly larger than average with his 7+ inches. Barb moved in a sexy manner and stood next to Cliff’s chair and placed the calendar on his desk. She leaned over and her mini skirt rode up so the elastic tops of her hose were peeking out. Cliff leaned in to look at the calendar and as he did he ran his hand up Barb’s leg. He moved his hand. "Bristlepine Resort," she said."Do you know the place?" Never heard of it." It's a big draw in these parts. It's a four-diamond resort, located on Bristlepine Lake with a renowned restaurant, spa ... golf, hiking, skiing all nearby. I brought Michelle here a couple times."I parked in a brick-paved circle and popped the trunk. A bellman set our bags on a cart and followed me to the front desk where I picked up passcards to our room.The bellman led us down a corridor and I unlocked the door..