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A true story“That’s me done” you say as you fork the last bit of hay from the cart. “I’m nearly done” I say. You ask if I fancy a beer, “sure” I say as I finish. You come back from the house into the stable yard, it’s quite warm but we’ve been sorting out the 4 stables for a few hours now, getting them ready for the arrival of the horses. As I come out into the sunlight, I can see you holding 2 cans of beer. I stop and look at you for what seems ages. Your long toned legs in riding boots, cream jodhpurs tights against your thighs. I look closely and I can see the W of your crotch, a slight mound in the middle, were you not wearing panties? You had started off with a jumper on, but, as we worked harder it got hotter so you had taken it off and were now stood in a camisole type top. Your muscular arms, strong but not masculine, held 2 cans. I went to take one and could see that the silky material of your top was clinging to your nipples, making the stand out erect, like 2 not so little peanuts. Your long light brown hair hung in a pony tail. God how I had fantasised over you in the past.We sat on a hay bale and drank. Your husband to be had helped you buy the house and stables because, I think, he thought he might loose you, after all, he was a short dumpy Welshman, balding and quite a bit older than you. I don’t know what you saw in him, apart from the fact he was loaded with cash and owned a rather large hotel in the nearby seaside town.“Thanks for the help” you said. “Phillip is too busy at the hotel getting it ready to close for the winter, I know you enjoyed working there” “Well hopefully I’ll be back next summer” I said. “Where’s Dave?” I bursa escort asked.“He’s gone to get the saddle racks for the tack room, he’ll be back this afternoon” you replied.Dave lived in the caravan in the corner of the field next to the stables. Phillip had him doing odd jobs at both the hotel and the stables.It was starting to turn chilly, “I’m off for a shower” you tell me, “ok, I’ll just put this stuff away and be in”As you turned to pick up the empty cans, you answered one of my earlier thought. As you bent over, your top and jodhpurs parted to reveal the waistband of a tiny pale blue G-string. It must have been pulled very tightly into your pussy.About 30 minutes later I came into the house. You had showered and was now dressed in a loose fitting tracksuit, but judging by the was your breasts hung free and you nipples were still straining at the material, you hadn’t bothered with a bra.Dave returned with the racks. “I’ll do the 1st thing in the morning” he announced. “Phillip won’t be back tonight” you tell us, “he’s busy sorting out the hotel”, so we ate dinner and when we had finished I said “ Right, I’m off for a shower and bed. I’ve got a long drive home tomorrow”. I went up to my room and grabbed a towel from my bag. My car was already loaded with the stuff I had used during my summer working at the hotel, but I had packed a small overnight bag, knowing I’d be stopping at the stables on my home.I walked along the landing to the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it. I stripped and turned the shower on. Then, I saw it. The washing basket. There, on top was the tiniest pale blue G-string I had ever seen. Just the thought of you wearing bursa escort bayan it got my cock hard. I picked it up, I couldn’t help myself, I looked at the gusset, a little discharge, but the smell was amazing. I imagined your pussy enclosed in the material, rubbing against the leather of a saddle, pushing yourself harder onto it as you orgasm on the back of a horse.Next thing I know, I was shooting spunk all over the bathroom, including over and in your tiny knickers. I rubbed the cum into your panties to soak it up and placed the to the bottom of the basket to let the dry a little. I cleaned up the rest of my sticky white cum, showered and went to bed.God I needed the toilet. It was about 1.30 in the morning. I got up and went to the bathroom. I was tempted to find your panties again and have another sniffing session, this time with my spunk added to your cream, but I managed to stop myself.I had woken up a little by now and on the way back to my room I heard some strange noises. Bearing in mind you had just moved in and some home comforts had still to be fitted. The street lamps in front of the house shone through the net and curtain less windows. Doors needed to be hung properly and so on. Due the latter of these issues, as I passed your room I could see a full length self standing mirror in one corner. The street lights lit up the room and I could see quite clearly. What I saw, still turns me on so much today. I looked into the mirror. You were naked with your back to me riding. The man underneath you was not your fat balding Welsh hubby to be. You were fucking Dave, the hired hand. His toes were curling as you rode him like one escort bursa of your horses.My cock was the stiffest it had ever been. You threw your head back as you approached a gallop. You hair, now loose, cascading across your shoulders and 1/2 way down your back. As Dave’s toes curled, you ground onto him. I could hear you saying you wanted it deeper, and then, as I stood there wanking to the reflection in the mirror, you lifted up your body. I actually let out a gasp, If you hadn’t been making so much noise, I’m sure you would have heard me.As you lifted up I saw the thickest cock I have ever seen. Wide and white in the streetlight, actually shining with your juice. You lifted your rounded arse up, took hold of Dave’s think piece of meat, tilted forward slightly and slowly slid back down. He was in your arse, and you were riding like a slut.I watched for a few more minutes, cum for a 2nd time and then went back to bed.In the morning I showered and packed and went down for a coffee. You were there, dressed in a silk style robe. “Sleep well” you ask. “On and off” I said. “Where’s Dave”? “Putting the racks up” you tell me. As you bought my coffee over you leaned over the table, your robe gaped open and I could see the swell of your tits, they must have been swinging well last night, I thought. I noticed that on the inside of your breast the was what looked like a love bite, I wonder how you are going to explain that to your little fat, bald, Welsh hubby to be?“Thanks you for the help” you say as I get up to go. “I really enjoyed it” I reply. I go to hug you and as one of my arms pulls you towards me the other slips and cups your arse cheeks. I almost shit myself in case I’ve gone too far, you react by pushing your crotch into my just enough to let me know you had done it on purpose.“You’re my favourite Cousin” you tell me, “And you’re my favourite Aunty” I say.

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