Riding My Dad's Best Friend

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What I said was true though, those past few weeks, all those interactions had been initiated by me, not him.

I moved to straddle his lap and faced him. My knees were on either side of his legs, and my legs were spread, my short shorts riding up, and my crotch was pressed against his. You know what was going through my mind while you sat in front of me on the horse?” He asked, gruffly. I made sure he did not have the remote nearby, so he had no choice but to place his hand somewhere on me. He chose my knee. The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap.I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. He did not say anything about this either, except that I ‘seemed happier’ those days. Perhaps I was, but he was mixing up cause and effect.

I blushed, he must’ve thought I was upset for how close he had placed his hand. “It’s okay.” I said. “It was a suggestion.” But his hands snaked around me to hold the reigns in front of me. I’d never been this close to any male before, so it felt a little awkward.Picasso came to a walk as he led us on a trail I’d never been on before. Greenery surrounded us, and soon we approached a forested setting. There was a river below us. His fingers parted my soft, pink pussy lips, my mouth opened in a silent moan as his digit explored every wet crevice, every slippery fold.