She knew of course that I could not be behind her without admiring the view and gave me a couple of wiggles of her bum, flashing me a grin over her shoulder. We gathered up our scattered clothes and went into the house to get something to eat after our exertions. XXX Esme went off to muck out her horse, and I went to spend some quality time with my wife’s horse (quality time for him consists of rubbing his itchy bits all over my special horse-proof jacket and eating my peppermints!). But they all had Esme’s face and enigmatic smile. I took up a rhythm that met hers, and as I pistoned smoothly in and out, I stroked her back and let my hands move round the sides of her ribcage to touch




















