Chapter Thirty
Riding School
It was almost midnight. Although the stable was warm with the heat of dozens of horses, eighteen year-old Andi shivered with a delicious anticipation. Atop her fabulously heavy and yet burstingly upswept breasts (surely her best feature since she’d started to bloom at the tender age of eight), her n*****s were as hard as diamonds, tingling like ice and feeling sharp enough to slice right through the fabric of her tight white uniform top.
Here at Rustic Hills Equestrian College for Girls she’d already gotten up to some amazing s****l adventures. Waking up her many new friends to the pleasures of their mutual femininity was one thing – some might call it excitement enough – but she hadn’t yet showed them anything like what was in store for tonight. Their crash
