"We finished up our breakfast and cleaned the kitchen before we headed for the barn."Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "I sort of feel that ...every time I don't want to do my job any longer, you step in and take it over." This isn't the same. You won't be here for a while. Then you'll come back and I'll be out of a job." That's the way it was supposed to work with the newspaper," I laughed. We got hay for the girls and picked up the brushes. Rhonda headed straight into Gypsy's stall and. The online pervert community is a pretty private one when it comes to outsiders.I remembered the first time we had actually chatted. I had admired her profile many times, watching the videos she had posted of herself masturbating and the pictures she had up of her bare tits and shaved, wet pussy. Then, one random day, I happened to be on and saw that she posted a status about being horny. I thought “what the hell” and sent her a message about how much I would love to lick her sweet little. She had pulled her dark hair back into a pony tail of sorts and was looking down at us and shaking her head.The cashier didn’t seem all that phased other than his face suggested he now believed that I really did have a daughter. “You shouldn’t be here!” Insisted.“You seem more shocked that I am here than I am shocked seeing you like this,” she smiled calmly. She had me on that one. I was in a panicked state and my heart felt like it was skipping out of my chest now. However, in truth it was her. We said no but wanted to explore starting with the club. They said they would be glad to show us the ropes so we agreed to sit with them once there.It was still early for the main crowd but allowed us time to visit with Jim and his wufe Pat. They were a little older than us and had much advice. We listened intently til Pat grabbed my hand and asked me to dance then Debbie if was ok to borrow me. She said yes and pulled Jim to the dancefloor. Was a fast dance which was nice as the girls were.