Not worth a fortune, but I stil have it (yes, I DID pay for it). Anyway, sometimes if Saturday was exceptionally quiet, Becky would re-arrange the sto...ck, and if I was exceptionally lucky, I’d go into the stock room when she was up the step-ladder and get an exceptionally fine view of her perfect behind encased in her snow-white knickers. Becky was the kind of girl who could have acted as a Pied Piper for boys if she had wanted to. She had a clear skin with naturally peachy cheeks and dark hair. As she disappeared round the corner her tight arse bouncing up & down on the horse I was having a fantasy wishing that was me she was bouncing on. Back to reality I continued my walk round the corner where in the distance I could see the horse rider again,she had dismounted & was taking her riding hat off & she sat on a fallen tree trunk & tied her horse to one of the branches of the fallen tree,I edged myself into the hedgerow that ran along the old railway line & I crept slowly forward. It. I knew she had often mentioned there sexual encounters as i loved hearing how he fucked her while she was riding my hard cock making it even harder every time.The party was at a hotel restaurant and being a big night we booked a room for convenience.No sooner had i left the table for a toilet break her ex was all over her at the table on my return. She left for the ladies powder room and i noticed he followed her shortly after, naturally i was curious as i could tell she was quite excited upon. Later the local cops, and the state police blocked all the roads. I used the time to take a shower and dress in my own ‘uniform’ for the day. I could quickly add the thermal element, if the cops left in time for me to do an early morning ride.I actually had the best chance to find the Marshal, if he was indeed a Marshal. I didn’t suggest it, since I already knew the decision that would come down. Hell, I was a suspect. I found being a suspect interesting of course. Not interesting enough to.