Sharon spots a small saddle. She giggles and picks it up. It's not that heavy, and the smooth leather is nice. She turns and sets it down on her torso sticking out behind her. The cool metal of stirrups brushes her bare skin making her shiver. She takes a few steps and it makes her laugh. She picks up a riding crop she finds and lightly whips her rear end with it. "Hurry up!" she tells herself, and it makes her giggle again.
Wed Aug 16 01:29:59 2000
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