Her hair, dark brown and curly, was tied into a frayed braid. Her face, with large brown eyes and a generous mouth, was friendly, which was underscore...d by the dimples that showed when she smiled. She looked at her visitors questioningly.“Madam,” Richard started, “we were told that Antonio Ruiz de Costa would be found here.”“Who wants to know?” the woman inquired, not unfriendly, but guarded. Her voice was rich and cultivated.“I am Richard Carter, Lord Lambert. This is my wife Ellen, and this is. Slid across the couch and got on the floor. I didn't say anything. I pulled her panties off at her waist. She lifted her hips. I slid then down across her thighs. I tossed them on the floor. I parted her legs.She leaned back. Before I did anything, I spoke."You're obviously not shy?" I said."I've had sex exactly three times. Twice with one guy who was a fucking lame ass prude. And a third time with a guy that I knew from school. He lasted about eight minutes. It fucking sucked. So yeah. I've. Jessica rolled her eyes. “Lord! Everything! Some guys brag about what girls they’ve had sex with, or lie about what they’ve done, or just make shit up. Some don’t. You need to know what kind of guy you are dating. Ask around - hell, ask an ex-girlfriend! She’ll give you some juicy details!”The three women continued talking as they munched through the bowl of popcorn, with Jessica passing along some secrets about handling boys and going on dates. The twins agreed that they would wait a little. It had four socks in it for each horse. He took one sock and the ointment to the mare. She looked at him, slightly annoyed at his continued attention to her one leg. She snorted once and went back to her chewing some grass she had cropped a moment before.He rubbed the ointment into the cut, then carefully lifted the hoof from the ground. She didn’t fight this action. She knew thought she knew what he wanted, to check her hoof. He did check it again, and while he had it lifted, he slid the sock.