Riding My Dad's Best Friend

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He got Picasso to walk, and suddenly we were rubbing together a bit. I enjoyed being on the horse, though, and I was eager to learn. I suppose we can practice now, if you like. Go ahead and halter him up and bring him out to the ring.” He told me.

He had to have felt them wiggling against him. There was no doubt in my mind about it. What would he be thinking? What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him.

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We weren’t very physical at the time. We did not hug or kiss. I don’t think we ever touched unless accidentally. Heat traveled through me, sparks of pleasure igniting in my groin as I rode his lap. My clit continuously dragged against the material of my underwear as I chased my high. Here, I want to show you a cool spot on a horse trail. I want to take control, and you can sit behind me this time.” He said. I felt the air against my bare tits, now fully exposed to him. I couldn’t help but blush once more.

He has to feel my erect nipples poking through my shirt and dragging against him. At first, it embarrassed me. I felt humiliated. I smiled, though, thinking it was probably just Picasso trotting. The air against my face felt fresh, and I felt free. Picasso came to a walk as he led us on a trail I’d never been on before. Greenery surrounded us, and soon we approached a forested setting. There was a river below us. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing His fingers parted my soft, pink pussy lips, my mouth opened in a silent moan as his digit explored every wet crevice, every slippery fold.

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Teasin’ me all day, wearing small clothes. I nearly came in my pants pressed up against you like that while on the horse.” Lets get you out of this.” He said, unbuttoning my shorts, gesturing me to stand, and yanking them down my knees when I finally did.

didn’t seem an option at the time. I kinda felt I’d gone too far, that last week of summer. Yet I still longed for his touch.When I sat on his lap, his touch inched ever closer, until his warm hand covered the soft skin of my inner thigh and his thumb brushed the edge of my panties.