Amanda began to breathe a little more heavy. I waited seven seconds. If I were closer, I probably would have been able to see her nipples through the thin material, but from the distance I could only make out her smooth flat chest and tummy. Karen and I exchanged glances. She hadn’t stopped her motions. She didn’t fight my arm holding her close. I was already fantasizing about all the teenage girls that would ride our merry-go-round and find themselves all hot and wet afterward. She was just smiling and having a good time. I watched the pretty cute girl as she dismounted her horse, her skinny legs a little wobbly beneath her. I turned the intensity of her Power Wand to high and watched the show. We’ve been married for seventeen years. Curling my finger, I located the bump of her clitoris. The other riders slowly disembarked but this hot firecracker of a girl remained on her horse.
