Larry spent most of his time stoned or drunk and was on the verge of flunking out of high school.

Out behind the Knudson house were the stables where Swede Knudson – Tamara's father – kept the horses. Some were racers and some weren't. But there was a track out back and occasionally Swede entered a horse in a claiming race.

For the most part, however, horses were his hobby.

He was a lawyer, and liked the rural home he didn't get to see nearly enough of. Swede often spent up to sixty hours a week in his office in Rochester.

Ever since Tamara had been a very little girl, horses had been the one true love of her life.

Tamara had no doubt in her mind that she thought about the horses her daddy kept more than any other single topic.

It hadn't taken Tamara long to notice that horses gave her the same tingling tension in her loins that she felt when she was around a handsome boy.

Sometimes Tamara snuck out to the corral to watch the studs mount the mares during the mating season. Tamara had noticed that this not only made her loins ache, but she could actually feel the blood pumping downward in her body – directly to her virgin cunt. Tamara rode frequently. She loved being astride the animals.

She liked to ride bareback most of all. The sensation of that strong backbone between her spread thighs had been known to make Tamara's cunt soaking wet.

She had frequently noticed huge wet stains in the crotch of her bikini panties after finishing a bareback ride through the Knudson back fields.

Tamara was not a very big teenager, and she knew – judging from her mother's diminutive size – that she was probably not going to grow much more. Not up anyway. Tamara planned to develop a somewhat fuller figure as she matured.

The little blonde girl stood five foot one and had smallish breasts that rested high on her chest.

Though they were not very big, they were round and full, and were sloped so that the nipples pointed upward.