"Oh, you wretch, to talk like that as if girls ever think such things.
It's all because you young fellows are always trying to ruin us girls."

"Yes Pat, and if you were not my sister you would never get out of this
stable all right, I'd horse you to your heart's delight."

"Don't be so rude, George, you make me feel quite all-overish like.
There, don't kiss and squeeze me so: for shame, to do that to your own
sister!" as he clasped her round the body, pressing her to his bosom,
and smothered her face with kisses, as his hands were feeling the
girl's plump, firm buttocks.

She did not struggle much, but it made her heave one of those
deep-drawn sighs, which too plainly told it was all over with her.

"Oh, George, don't, if you were some other nice young man as
good-looking as yourself I would not answer for what might happen just
now, you made me have such a funny feeling."

"Between your legs, wasn't it, Pat? you're just like Master Percy's
little mare, see how excited she gets when I touch her!" Keeping his
arm round her waist, he drew the trembling girl close up to the hind
quarters of the mare, then releasing his arm, he stroked the beautiful
creature's rump with his hand, till the mare's tail whisked more than
ever. Presently he put his fingers right into the mare's cunt, and
worked them by thrusting in and frigging the twitching lips of that
hyper-sensitive organ to the evident delight of the beast, to judge
from the way she stood to allow it: at first his fingers simply
glistened with the moisture of the aperture, which could be seen
contracting and twitching spasmodically as his fingers increased the
animal's excitement, till a gush of horsey lubricity sent quite a flood
of thick creamy looking stuff all over his hands, the mare giving quite
a low whinney from excess of pleasure.

"Poor thing, she wanted it. Don't you think so, Pat?" he said, wiping
his hands on a handkerchief.

This scene appeared to drive all sense off modesty out of Patty's mind,
for with a laugh on her flushed face she replied: "Not more than you
do, George, my boy, to look at something swelling inside your breeches.
I believe you have often horsed that mare yourself."

"Maybe I have, she makes me so randy swishing her tail about and
stinging my face as I rub her down."

"How I should have liked to see that, and shall just find a peep-hole
to watch how you go on. It will be rare fun if you don't know."

"How about yourself, Pat? I