y sensations or not, I cannot say, but certain it is that the
arm that encircled my waist was raised until his hand rested on my
bosom, outside my riding habit; however, I made no attempt to remove
it, and encouraged, doubtless, by my seeming tacit consent to his
enterprises, he furtively inserted two of his fingers in the opening in
front of my dress and I felt them on my naked breast. The contact of my
bubbies appeared to electrify him, for I felt his staff of love beating
against my buttocks, still more plainly than before.

"Mr. Clarence," said I, "this is wrong--remember you have a wife."

"My darling girl," he replied, "I cannot help it. I am deeply enamored
with you. My wife is sick and unable to receive my embraces. Dearest
Kate, be kind to me. I swear I will not injure you."

What could an amorous, love-sick girl reply? I was too fond of sexual
pleasures to refuse them when time and opportunity offered. T made no
reply whatever. My silence evidently encouraged him, for he now
unbuttoned the front of my habit and placed his hand on my naked
breasts, molding them and titillating the strawberry nipples. With his
other hand he managed to raise my petticoats from behind, and I felt
myself sitting bare-bottomed on his lap. This was not all, for between
my fleshy thighs was his instrument, which he had managed to disengage
from his pantaloons. He now raised me up slightly and in another moment
his hand invaded my mossy crevice. No sooner did his fingers come in
contact with the hair surrounding the domain of Venus than all reserve
left him and, inclining me slightly forward, he directed his instrument
and in a moment forced it into my moist and burning passage, and drove
it home with a sudden plunge.

"Oh God! Mr. Clarence! how delicious!" I exclaimed when I felt the hair
surmounting his pubes tickling my bottom, and I wiggled myself from
side to side on his splendid staff. The pony now began to canter and
the motion he made was sufficient to cause his lance to move in and out
of me. During this exciting proceeding, Clarence was titillating my
clitoris in front, and turning my head around he kissed my lips in the
most passionate manner. The pony really seemed to have some idea of
what was being transacted on his back, for he set off in a gallop which
soon brought a climax to our pleasure, for we both discharged
simultaneously.

He then withdrew his weapon and we proceeded quietly home, indulging,
however, in most