I also had a real winner in the woman sitting before me. The first time I realized where it was, was when Bobbie Jo said, “Oh God that feels so good. Apparently I had a real winner in the story that I was writing. I certainly had my three women for inspiration. It was good for us both but it was a sticky ride home for her in that saddle with our combined juices flowing out of her abused pussy and coating it. I certainly had my three women for inspiration. She got down and tied the horse to my railing. The bottle was half-empty. In my story it was springtime when I took the oldest daughter’s virginity near a pond after she had been bathing. We didn’t have a fire, it wasn’t cold, and I didn’t have a bearskin rug either. Then she had a change of thought and had me slip forward with her still attached until I was sitting in the saddle and had the reins in my hands.
