Elizabeth?" Yes, Donald, it's me," and she attempted a light-hearted laugh."Elizabeth how are you? I haven't seen you in... It must be more than thirt...years." Thirty three actually, Donald. Thirty four years come this September. September 12th to be exact." Elizabeth you have done great. I've seen your name more and more in the newspapers. You're the President of EM Enterprises aren't you?" Yes. That's the holding company. We have four companies in the Corporation now. I've been visiting one. I suddenly realised I was not alone without my knowledge a lady on a horse was watching me from a few metres away I hadn’t heard her approaching the ground was soft and I didn’t hear the horses hooves, she came nearer and I stopped what I was doing slightly embarrassed by my situation. She dismounted her chestnut coloured horse and walked towards me.She was stunning in her black knee length boots, skintight jodhpurs and white blouse, she took her riding hat off to reveal her brunette hair tied. Just then I realized I watched “Gone in 60 Seconds” one too many times. This wasn’t Eleanor, and I wasn’t Nicholas Cage. Guiding the car to the shoulder of the nearly deserted two lane highway, I put it in park, shut off the engine and reached for my ID. I heard a feminine, very southern voice boom from the squad cars speakers telling me to open the door slowly, put my hands where she could see them, and step from the car. Doing as I was told, I was blinded by the spotlight as soon as I emerged. Her fingers slowly rubbed and played with herself. After showing me clearly that her pussy was wet and horny, she focused on her clit by rubbing it with a quickening pace. I knew I was getting a wonderful show, as she laid her head back and let out a soft moan. Now Rascal was focused on herself as she masturbated in the sun. As her right hand was working on her pussy, her left hand started to massage her breasts. I was still seated in my chair and gazing on my lovely, horny bride’s.
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