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Marisa Tremont, a voluptuous woman in her mid-thirties, stood on the back porch of her country home, watching her two teenaged daughters ride out along the wooded trail. Her green eyes narrowed slightly and she ran the tip of her pink tongue thoughtfully across her sensual lips, as she realized how nubile and sexy her little girls had become since the family had moved to the country.
She wondered if they were both still virgins.
Lacy, the youngest, was mounted on the glossy black stallion, and was leading the way. Her plump tits were bouncing in her T-shirt. The cotton shirt was tight fitting, and the girl’s nipples were standing out in pert peaks as the firm tit mounds jiggled with every stride.
Honey, following close behind on the hand-some palomino, was eighteen. Her heart-shaped ass seemed to be caressing the saddle seductively and provocatively as, trim thighs rippling, she posted in the stirrups.
Both girls were golden blondes, and both were smiling happily as they set out on the wholesome and healthy activity of riding through the fresh, pine-scented forest.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.