They found a new rhythm and her lithe body gathered pace to match of his own. Stretching out her legs, she took everything he had.His features soft, ...etched with bliss, his shallow breaths caressed her moist skin. He craned his neck, took a nipple, and sucked on it. Cupping his face in her hands, they exchanged a look of tenderness, and he dipped in for a kiss. Pressing her hands to his torso, she teased his nipples and his hips clattered into her.For these wondrous sensations, she would not. He laughed with such glee, he ran so excitedly to greet any of us on our return, his adventures were so outrageous, nobody could help loving him. The very peasants whose chickens he chased adored him. I was a squire, home seldom, before he was walking, but I loved him well."When it came time for him to learn to ride, he was put on top of the gentlest horse in the stable, an old mare called Schreiterin. Thou knowest how it is at that age; one less rides the horse than one sits on it. George was. From our fun yesterday, I knew her breathing would quicken and then stop when she was close. She was still breathing heavy but I noticed her pausing between each breath. She was getting close, her orgasm starting to build. My cock had been growing but now was straining against my shorts so I stood and walked to her. She had been surprisingly silent, her moans and groans and sighs suppressed. I suspect because she knew I was watching. I let my hand caress her cheek and she let out a sigh finally. So I put ad on a free site and waited for responses. I got several but only one that stood out. Most of the ones that responded wanted to know why I wanted to be spanked or what I did to deserve the spanking and would not take that I just wanted one as I enjoy getting spanked as a response so I knew those were not the ones for me. The one that stood out just wanted a couple more pics of me and then we arranged a time to meet at his place. I wore my panties and pantyhose under my normal clothes.