The woman felt her cunt zapped with thrill after thrill, that tingling sensation starting up once more between her legs. It was like having a single drop of perspiration trickle its way through the mossy covering of her tight little cunt. Oh yes, yes, the plump lips of her cunt were aching to be touched now, to be licked, fucked, anything! And a horse had done this? My God, what could she be thinking of?

"I'm a little tired," Barbara said, backing away from the stall after flicking a last longing look at the handsome white horse.

"Sure. Get back in the house and rest. I've got to go into town and finalize his papers. I'll be back around eight," Christina said with a smile.

Barbara smiled weakly back, picking her way to the outside and then heading to the house. Her cousin went quickly to her small red car and drove off.

Alone now, Barbara noticed some of the hands were still hanging around the corral, talking softly and looking curiously in her direction. Men! They were probably talking about her, talking about how easy it might be to slip up between her legs. They only want one thing. That's what Joe Franklin had wanted in high school and she had given it to him again and again. Only after she realized he'd been bragging to his friends about her did Barbara know what a fool she'd been! No more. Not until she was married.

But now, standing in that living room, she wasn't so certain. Brad had stared at her with those mocking eyes, his strong arms about to wrap around her! Or had she been imagining things.

What was wrong? Perhaps a drink would settle her nerves. It was still a little early, only six, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Crossing the large room, Barbara sauntered up to the bar and grabbed a bottle of gin. Gin and tonic, the old cure for the world's problems. The ice tinkled merrily in the glass as she mixed the powerful drink, then began sipping it quickly.