It was a good 10 minute walk away, and rain, hail or shine he walked it by moonlight every night and at dawn every day. Still naked, he padded outsid...e to the horse trough and picked up the scrubbing brush. His skin was the same permanent dark tan everywhere except where the dungarees covered him - from his arse to his knees, and his crotch to mid-thigh, with one thin strap of white flesh from his right arsecheek to his left haunch, where the one remaining shoulderstrap held them in place. And. Ana admitted her cunt was very sore and she was not in the mood for sex with me that night… She smiled with a devil grin and escaped running to the bathroom, for a cold shower. She came back, giving me again an evil grin and we had a nap. Two hours later I rolled over and spooned her. My dick was hard and I pushed her thong aside, sliding my hardness into her very wet pussy. I whispered in her ear and asked why she was so wet…Ana giggled and said she had been thinking about Byron and that. It was quite strange bearing in mind we were both discussing our 22 year old daughters. It was unlike Clare to be so quiet, although that changed when Susan looked across at a blushing Clare and said "You know Clare, it is becoming clear that you should get a spanking too for being rude to me.” Clare did not move, but bit her lip. I sat there dumbfounded. It was quite a jump to make, and obviously one Clare wasn’t at all happy about. Susan continued “Clare, please answer me. You have earned a. The sensation was exquisite, much more so than when I pleasured myself. Of course, as a girl from a farming village I was well aware of the facts of life and I knew what happened between men and women, though I had never even kissed a man. It seemed that the pleasure would never stop mounting as the movement of the galloping horse rubbed our bodies together. I had no immediate fears, except that of sudden death from a fall, as my captor would not be able to do anything while this mad ride.