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To tell this story more fully, I’d need to tell you about Alan, but it is late, and I have just come back from an evening meeting with a lovely and very well-endowed chap so I am going to cut to the chaseFor the purposes of this post, all you need to know is that Alan is a terribly sweet young man – not particularly manly perhaps, and not especially handsome However a couple of years back we got to know each other a whole lot better,when one night I wound up givinghim cause to be very, very grateful indeed to me. It has been paying off ever since.Alan, god bless him, helps out at the stable of a friend of mine who lets me ride there. Alan and I have this little understanding – when I get the chance to ride, I try to time it so there won’t be so many about, which gives us a little opportunity to indulge ourselves, and to play a little game.The most recent time was a couple of weeks back. I saw Alan wasn’t alone, so I had a quiet word with him to ask if he’d be able to help me with something later.’In an hour or so, maybe,’ he told me, as non-committal as he could.’OK,’ I said, then asked the now-traditional question. ‘Heads or tails’His eyes were shining with anticipation as I flipped the coin. I didn’t need to ask, really – he always goes for tails. I looked at the coin in my palm.’Tails it is, Alan. You on me then’He nodded, blushing a little. I smiled at him, and turned to go to the horse he had got ready for me. I could sense him drinking in the shape of my arse as I strode to the door.’Ms B’He always calls me that.’Alan”’N..no need to shower on my behalf, Ms B.”Of course.’I smiled again. He’s getting quite the connoisseur, I thought An hour’s riding, a good natured but lively mount…I imagine I will be a little fragrant by the time I get back.It was an hour and a half later, in fact, when he led me back into an empty house. The music room was the first one to hand, so we went there. He unbuttoned me, his hands trembling slightly even now as he lifted my breasts free. His eyes were glued to the taught light fabric of my breeches. Ordinarily I would have lingered at this stage, but, he wanted me, I wanted him and we knew we didn’t have much time. I peeled the jodhpurs out of the way. I left the boots on though, I know he likes that.He couldn’t hold the camera and do what he does best, so you’ll just have to imagine the way his eager tongue devoured me down there, a mixture of kisses and nuzzles to being with, then the tongue-fucking that I wish other men could manage, the muffled sounds of pleasure from him as my booted legs pull his mouth to me, filling his nostrils with the scent of my sweat and the anticipation of a grateful pussy…I had just finished my third orgasm when we heard my friend’s car arrive. Reluctantly I let Alan’s head go, and got myself decent in record time.My friend came in and remarked how flustered I looked. I told her I had spent nearly an hour and a half on Damien her horse, and she said that getting something that lively between your thighs was likely to do that. I smiled to myself and thought – little does she knowThen Alan came in.’Ah, and there’s my favourite nephew’She lent and kissed him on the cheek,and I swear I saw her hesitate a little and look at me thoughtfully.Hello my Horny Friends,Hope you had a super weekend. Ive been horse-riding to tell you this story more fully, I’d need to tell you about Alan, but it is late, and I have just come back from an evening meeting with a lovely and very well-endowed chap so I am going to cut to the chaseFor the purposes of this post, all you need to know is that Alan is a terribly sweet young man – not particularly manly perhaps, and not especially handsome However a couple of years back we got to know each other a whole lot better,when one night I wound up givinghim cause to be very, very grateful indeed to me. It has been paying off ever since.Alan, god bless him, helps out at the stable of a friend of mine who lets me ride there. Alan and I have this little understanding – when I get the chance to ride, I try to time it so there won’t be so many about, which gives us a little opportunity to indulge ourselves, and to play a little game.The most recent time was a couple of weeks back. I saw Alan wasn’t alone, so I had a quiet word with him to ask if he’d be able to help me with something later.’In an hour or so, maybe,’ he told me, as non-committal as he could.’OK,’ I said, then asked the now-traditional question. ‘Heads or tails’His eyes were shining with anticipation as I flipped the coin. I didn’t need to ask, really – he always goes for tails. I looked at the coin in my palm.’Tails it is, Alan. You on me then’He nodded, blushing a little. I smiled at him, and turned to go to the horse he had got ready for me. I could sense him drinking in the shape of my arse as I strode to the door.’Ms B’He always calls me that.’Alan”’N..no need to shower on my behalf, Ms B.”Of course.’I smiled again. He’s getting quite the connoisseur, I thought An hour’s riding, a good natured but lively mount…I imagine I will be a little fragrant by the time I get back.It was an hour and a half later, in fact, when he led me back into an empty house. The music room was the first one to hand, so we went there. He unbuttoned me, his hands trembling slightly even now as he lifted my breasts free. His eyes were glued to the taught light fabric of my breeches. Ordinarily I would have lingered at this stage, but, he wanted me, I wanted him, and we knew we didn’t have much time. I peeled the jodhpurs out of the way. I left the boots on though, I know he likes that.He couldn’t hold the camera and do what he does best, so you’ll just have to imagine the way his eager tongue devoured me down there, a mixture of kisses and nuzzles to being with, then the tongue-fucking that I wish other men could manage, the muffled sounds of pleasure from him as my booted legs pull his mouth to me, filling his nostrils with the scent of my sweat and the anticipation of a grateful pussy…I had just finished my third orgasm when we heard my friend’s car arrive. Reluctantly I let Alan’s head go, and got myself decent in record time.My friend came in and remarked how flustered I looked. I told her I had spent nearly an hour and a half on Damien her horse, and she said that getting something that lively between your thighs was likely to do that. I smiled to myself and thought – little does she knowThen Alan came in.’Ah, and there’s my favourite nephew’She lent and kissed him on the cheek,and I swear I saw her hesitate a little and look at me thoughtfullyBig wet kisses,Love Lorna Blu xxxEquestrian photos include jodhpurs, whip, boots, tits, nipples, pussy and bottom – (Gallery)