Virgin For HorsesChapter 3
Rachel had really gotten turned on by the conversation she'd had with the naughty older girl and as she walked back to the farmhouse she felt as if there were a glowing ember between her legs. She, like Marylou, was wearing shorts and she looked down to make sure that there wasn't any evidence of her arousal, in the form of cunt juice trickling down her thighs. She hadn't reached that stage yet, but the crotch of her tight-fitting shorts was damp. Well, it was no wonder! How honest Marylou...