I looked at him anxiously.  He was so strong and hard and I knew I had to ride him. I was excited and breathless with anticipation.   I slowly got on top, like a cowgirl in the old west,  and could feel the hardness or my stallion between my legs and thighs.  He began to rise lifting me and fall letting me down as I felt him between my legs and thighs.  My pulse began to quicken.  My heart was racing as I also lifted my bottom and lowered it in perfect timing to his rhythm ever aware of his smooth tan body beneath me.  My large breasts bounced in the air as my body was raised.  Up and down my breasts moved keeping time with the rising of my body.  A thin bead of sweat dripped down between my breasts, causing them to glisten.  Up and down my body was raised as he lifted me repeatedly.  His hardness between my legs as I lost myself in the moment.  And then... he stopped suddenly and abruptly.













I frantically searched in my pockets, but I couldn't find another quarter.  My ride was over.

Being a little too old for a kiddie ride, yet anxious to recapture that feeling of excitement, of riding cowgirl on a hard stallion, am looking for volunteers.  Will you be my horsey?  If you don't want to play cowgirl, we can have a long ORAL conversation or you can be the cowboy and I will play the pony???

The Mistress of Double Entendre strikes again!

And yes, I'd love to be your horsey ... just as soon as circumstances allow. Been there, done that and I can hardly wait to get back. Sinthia, you are such a fabulous concersationalist.

You're gonna get me in trouble here, I started laughing out loud, no kidding!

Giddyup!!!  Hi Ho Silver (fox)!!

Great Post by a Great Lady.  LMAO.  Brought back memories of my childhood and ... at the same time.  Only Sinful can pull that off.