Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so li...ttle flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty. But again, just a feather touch, it was not hard and she was feeling completely aroused. I moved my fingers over her well shaped breasts. I went over it, but I dint press it or try to hold it. Also, my lips were over hers, but not kissing. I could feel the hot air blown out and she was breathing heavy..With my lips almost over hers, and my fingers tempting her boobs, she raised her breasts asking me to squeeze me, and she was saying “Joe, please.. this is too much for me..” I never replied. “I can set the equipment up now if you,d like to make a video of us together?” Rex suggested. “Hmm. I don,t mind having sex with other people, but not so sure of recording it.” Sarah hedged. “Only we Four will ever see it. I promise and being a solicitor I stand by my word!” “Okay by me!” I agreed and Sarah accepted though still not so sure, but I think she felt as excited as me when Rex set the equipment up. “All set. Fresh drinks Fliss and then let,s get our kit off?” Rex chuckled. We drained. He was going to a friend’s house to pick up a present for his daughter, Millie. For her tenth birthday, he was buying her a pony. She had been taking riding lessons, and wanted a horse, ‘more than anything in the world.’ Terry had a number of well trained horses, but none the right size and training for his daughter. Pulling his trailer he arrived at his friend’s house and loaded the pony. The wind had come up and a ground blizzard made visibility almost non-existent. His friend wanted him to.