By now I was worried about our ability to stop. In the end it really didn't matter, my lovely horse simply swerved at the very last moment, leaving me... to describe a gentle parabola into ten feet of water!Lets just say it was cold and leave it at that. It took my breath away though and as I surfaced I was coughing and spluttering trying to get it back. The loser had managed to reign her mount in and stop in time, no need to catch my dear 'animal,' she was tasting the lush grass a few yards. " She made a tisking sound. "Poor young fellow."He nodded and squinted at her. "They say you had a hand in that, or a whip perhaps."She looked up and him and blinked her eyes. "Who, me? You know I don't own a whip."On her way home, Anne stopped by the factor's store to buy some powdered bug killer, and Mr. McMillan had an envelope for her, addressed in a hand she did not know in care of her late father in Annapolis.Sitting in her one-horse shay with the reins in her lap, face shaded by her. "What the hell," Amber muttered to herself... A big wet spot began appearing on the front of the woman's skirt. Amber glanced up at the woman's face. She was still staring at Amber, her eyes taking on a glazed, trance like appearance.Amber suddenly realized...The woman was pissing...and enjoying it. Urine was running down into the woman's high heel shoes. Her body seemed to tense, almost frozen, then suddenly shudder wickedly. She smiled at Amber, licking her lips seductively.As the train. And now I just knew in my gut that I'd love watching him take the real thing even more, a hell of a lot more. I was sure of it! Once I realized that my husband was really keen and eager to do it, to try it, to try out a real cock, I made it into my mission. Rick wondered just how and where we'd find the right guy to join us. I told him to just leave it up to me. Soon that's about all I could think about, finding that right guy, the right stud, the right cock. Rick's birthday was still a few.