The Horse BreedersThe Horse Breeders The fact that Paul had not seen me in six months was already an option for him to take a vacation from work. The Hamptons didn’t need him there for the summer. The horses had been cared for and I had been waiting for nearly another year to see him. I left Denver to meet him as a surprise. Paul managed fifteen stables for Messer and Cabbot Breeders. He was a gentleman of his word and started out with his love for horses. When he got into the business he was then taught to understand the breeds from a very young age. Paul started out with nearly two grand in his name to breed and owned one horse that was a appaloosa from a Tillman Ranch in Steam Boat Springs, Colorado. He then acquired the two bays I got him the Roan for our Anniversary gift two years back. Uncle Cabbot hired him back when he was fresh out of Princeton University. Paul dedicated his life to the success of horse breeding and the business. I haven’t seen so many women that flocked to one man about horses until I needed to talk to him though uncle Cabbot. Desiree and Amy knew that I had to meet him. I didn’t have real excitement unlike Judy Thorshburg or Keri Wilkerton and that was way before I did my understudy at Cornell. Eventually I meet him and long story short it took one date with Paul after talking to him for a month and he and I was taken into each other cause of our similar love for horses. He had a knack for breeding them and I loved the beauty within them through my business of grooming. The Chancellor’s Horse Haven Ranch is what I call it. Uncle Cabbot taught me everything I know about horses and Paul knew that I was a keeper. Three years after Cornell, we married at Martha’s Vineyard. When I finally landed in New York the air filled canlı bahis my lungs of past times, the friendships and family business in my uncle’s name. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to reach there and thought about how happy I will be when I see Paul. South Fork hadn’t changed at all. After 3hours of driving I finally found Grimour Gardens and the assistant at the doors of Messer and Cabbot recognized me right away told me that Mr. Messer found his way to the club house about two hours ago. I thought, wonderful he’s already there. Actually I wanted to surprise him, but since he waited that long that would be out of the question. After entering the club house I saw two champagne glasses. Next to the counter was a chilled bucket of champagne. Paul was sitting next to the fire place with his eyes in the direction of me entering the parlor. “So did you think I would forget? You almost seemed to have forgotten yourself?” Paul quickly stood up to meet my body as to stand in front of me. I walked as if I couldn’t help but gravitate to him like a magnet. Paul grabbed my hand. “Oh so you think I forgot? I don’t think you need me to loosen the cinch on this” I grabbed Paul’s stiffened manhood and then he realized I was getting down and naughty with him. We both kissed and like fireflies at night he felt me move to his bodies motions, his curves, I then curved, he kissed and then I kissed back. He fluttered insanely for me as I did for him. He could feel me smash my boobs up against his body and it turned him on. My body needed his touch his aroma and scent was so amazing and addicting to my senses. Like a horse that needed his master’s lead. He was this to me, I was the same. He had taken off my blouse and his fingers just waved bahis siteleri over my body and barely without a hesitant stop in between this and his touch. He didn’t bother stopping and began to untie my sash belt with the zipper easing down past his hands. I felt my way to his pants zipper and the slacks he wore were thick and the warmth that pounced off his skin was so good. Feeling his warm body, the skin, oh so euphoric seeing his hard muscular tension showing through the visible array. I was so hot for him when his pants came all the way down and off his legs from seeing that. “Hmmm, Paul your not wearing anything under these slacks?” He looked at me and grinned. “I dressed quickly thinking I was going to be late getting here but… you weren’t even here yet…LOL, and anyway, this is all to much easier for us really. You’re all I thought about coming here” his grin, his lax posture and the way he slowly said all this he looked like a wolf that couldn’t wait to be fed. “Imagine that, now I’m the one taming the hot headed horse”… We both sat down on the sofa at the same time. “Oh I’m hot headed and hard headed for you baby” Paul didn’t even take his gaze away from me. He then undressed the rest of my body, I felt the tenderness in his motions, my bra, my necklace, the blue thong I wore—it all came off and then he took his undershirt off and we were both naked. The outside air began to pick up and our heated bodies were flinted with slight perspiration already from all the excitement. Paul made such a tender progression, his fingers, his hands, his soft lips that lay curvatures to my supple skin. I leaned back on my elbows and the then back on the sofa with my legs still off to the side of the seat I was in. He lay is torso just in between güvenilir bahis my bent legs. He began kissing me, kissed my torso bent and kissed my thighs on the left and then on the right, my mind was going crazy. I brushed my hands across my hair and back, my eyes lay slightly closed. I bit my lower lip. I felt him dip, I felt him turn his hands into my belly and then a press upon my pelvis, He shifted my body even more off the sofa, and I felt my bottom hang off the edge. He slipped his hot sex back and forth, to and fro, up and down my warm flowing petals. I was so wet now that it seems to have wet the sofa also. His rod shined from all the movements. He clamped his body even closer in and stared at me. He felt my legs and like a saddle tack I fit perfectly around his waist. He gripped my thighs and he gazed at me intensely with his light brown eyes. “Do you feel— that?” I opened my mouth and let out a high gasp in ecstasy. Paul stared at me when he entered me like this all the time. It turned him on; he loves the crinkle on my forehead when I moan. The soft bee like hiss that comes from my mouth when I try to answer him and the shoulder cringe when he jolts his dick in and out of me. “Tell – me—something…Ahhh” Paul had a soft voice when we had sex, he seem to turn into a sex b**st from the 70’s and had a suave fineness about it in the bedroom. “Paul your so— good to me, good for me.” It turned him on to hear me talk. My legs began to rise up higher, my feet, my hands were curling and gripping. He was going faster and harder, deeper and quicker, my legs were so open and my chest was vibrating with the movements. And the crinkle on my forehead had now been paired with a slight shine of perspiration. And like the roan I got him for arena rides he rode me, he imprinted my body, tasted me, made me moan, made me free. Paul tamed my body, he tames me, loves me. The intricate need I have for him made me cum so hard and so bad. He is best breeder I know.