Reid regarded her. The turtleneck she wore was lightweight and did little to conceal the twin charms of her compact breasts. He caressed the sides of ...them with the backs of his fingers. "Do you never wear a bra? I'm sorry -- I'm thinking out loud." Not often," she replied. "It's hard for me to find one that fits, and I don't want to shop in the little girls' department." He continued stroking her through the fabric of her turtleneck. "So -- do you prefer big-busted women?" I prefer you, Monica.. All I wanted to know is why you wanted that. You didn’t have to be a jerk, you could have just told me you wanted them to look at.”John was a bit surprised by her retort, but responded back. “Well, you are really annoying. I honestly don’t know why Mary hired you.”“Well guess what? She did.” Stephanie looked directly into his eyes. “She likes what I do, and there’s a chance she might keep me on. She has already talked with me about more training. So we are going to be working together a lot. Pete’s a great lover.’” While she was reading I could feel myself getting even more aroused. She looked up and saw the bulge in my pants and smiled. “Want to hear more?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she was teasing me or not. She turned the page and moved her finger down towards the middle. “Okay, listen to this. “Pete came to the barn and found me on my old saddle in my cutoffs and boots. I always wanted to fuck on the saddle so this was a fantasy come true. He got on and pressed his cock. Squeeze my titty. You're gonna make me cum Wayne. Keep doing it like that." As she talked and moaned, I could tell her hand was having success because I could feel her pushing her hips up and down as though it was my cock ramming into her and not just her fingers. As the minutes dragged on, I noticed a change in her breathing. It became deeper and her breath came a bit quicker. Now she had stopped saying anything, and was fully concentrating on her approaching orgasm. The only sound was a low.