“They're close,” Sven snarled, hauling up his mount, the flanks lathered in sweat. “But fine.”Zanyia whimpered. She tottered off her mount. He...r naked thighs rubbed raw. She scurried bow-legged to a fresh horse. My own thighs, protected by the soft cloth of my robes, felt like leather. My ass ached, my thighs jelly.I groaned, climbing off my horse. I had no idea what time it was. The clouds hid the moon. An entire day spent riding, and now we pressed into the night. But torches burned in the. She worked hard to keep her movements to a minimum, however as her tremors began, she had to squeeze her legs together tightly. Her attempt to keep quiet and restrict her movement made her head spin. It was almost as if she were fighting the desire to climax. The very act of trying to hold it back made the tension build quickly. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat as a strong climax rushed through her. Her hips lifted off the bed and her legs stiffened as her body trembled, shaking the. I quickly ran over to the door and flung it shut as I finished getting dressed. Minutes later, I re-emerged from my room fully dressed to see if Peter had started on my television yet.“So Peter, why didn’t they send Roger like they normally do?”“Oh well he was stuck on a project at the store, rewiring the new shipment of televisions and monitors.”“Oh, that’s too bad. Roger is a really sweet guy.”“Yeah, he’s my roommate actually. We’re like best friends.”“Best friends?” “Uh huh, we tell each. Mostly now (late afternoon) it was just Eric’s friends left, which seemed to be almost all girls – the lucky bastard. And of course, being teenage girls, they had no reservations about running around in just their skimpy bikinis. I sure didn’t mind.The next time my wife came to the bar to get a new drink, she noticed me looking at a couple of girls splashing in the pool. I thought she would be mad, but she was surprisingly good about it. In retrospect I suppose she couldn’t be too critical of.