Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2005 21:01:47 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Vermont Ridding Acadomy (lesbian / adult youth, ff/FFF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between teenagers and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2005 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Vermont Ridding Academy By Jan Like so many girls Jenny had a love affair with horses. She lived for the opportunity to ride. It was her fervent dream to own her own horse. Her mother saw to it that she got to ride when ever possible. There was always the promise that she might get to have her own horse if she continued to show an interest in ridding. She did win some junior shows and was fearless when it came to jumping. She had even fallen over the neck of a horse that balked at a jump and broken an arm. She was back on the horse as soon as the fiberglass cast dried. Any girl willing and eager to jump a horse after breaking an arm had what it takes to be a great horsewoman. Her father came from a moneyed family that had made their fortune in chemicals before the turn of the century. The individual members of the family could never spend their entire share of the family fortune. The patriarch had seen to it that each male that assumed the position of the family leader saw to it that the family fortune grew more rapidly than the withdrawals. Her family lived in up state Vermont. The home looked like it should have been located among the best French vineyards. The original horse stable had been converted into a garage for a fleet of vehicles. This is the privileged life that Jenny came from. On her sixteenth birthday she had a coming out party to introduce her to society as an eligible bride to the right male. Jenny could care less about making a good impression to marry the right male that would add to the business contacts for the family. Her attitude was that if her uncle wanted to combine their business interests with another large family fortune he could damned well marry them himself. What turned her on was the next day when her mother took a drive out into the country. It was a cool summer's morning drive on a narrow two lane road and across a wooden covered bridge. The road was lined with maple trees that, in a matter of months, would be splashed with the fall colors that Vermont is famous for They turned off the road and drove up a crushed brick gravel path to a sprawling building nestled among the trees. The way the building was made it was almost hidden and deceptively large when you parked in front of the main building. There was nothing about the building that gave away the facility use. It could have been the residence of one of her mother's friends. She parked the car under a covered portion of the driveway that was wide enough to cover three cars at one time. Jenny felt the gravel move under her feet and heard the crunch as they walked up the wide steps to the large rustic double door. As they passed through the doors they were looking down a long corridor lined with glass display cases full of pictures of horse and trophy's and ribbons attesting to the victories of the horses. Those closest to the front door began with paintings and progressed to black and white photographs. As they walked deeper into the building the photographs became color photos and the cars in the background were of ever more recent models. Jenny was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. She wanted to stop and read every caption under each photograph. Her mother had to drag her along because she had an appointment with the head mistress of the facility. When they arrived at the secretary's office she identified herself and the woman check her appointment book and flipped a switch on an intercom and spoke with a clear voice. "Ms Whitmore your three o'clock appointment is here. The voice was repeated through speakers throughout the facility and sounded like echoes by the time the sound from the farthest speakers reached them. They had a seat and Jenny was asking what this was all about but her mother would not tell her anything. Jenny was as fidgety as a disobedient child being sent to the principal's office. It took several minutes before the door flew open and a rather tall blonde haired woman in ridding boots stomped in with an air of authority about her and a trail of mud and manure on the tiled floor behind her. She reached out and took Jenny's mother's hand and shook it firmly. The secretary made the introduction. The woman said, "You are Thelma aren't you?" with a European accident that revealed her German heritage. It was hard to guess her true age. The blonde hair was pulled back into a single brad and there were gray streaks in her temples. "Yes Ms. Whitmore." Her mother said and this is my daughter Jennifer." The woman directed her attention towards the teenager and stuck out her hand. Her handshake was firm and her eyes were steely as she looked directly into Jennifer's. Jenny looked at her mother with an unsaid question. As of yet she had no idea what was going on. Rather than taking the couple into her office the woman led them on a walk around the place. It was soon apparent that this was an equestrian academy. They walked through the living quarters and dinning facilities where other girls were eating and doing the things girls do when not working. Then they went out of doors towards the stable. She showed them the horses and tack. She told Jenny, "I run a ridding academy for a select group of young women. Do you think you would like to spend the summer learning to ride German style?" Jenny practically peed her pants in her excitement at the prospect of spending the summer riding horses every day. She could not say enough to her mother and the woman about how happy she was. Ms. Whitmore was saying, "We have a large reserve that allows our students to roam a wide range. For now why don't we find you a room and get you fitted out in ridding gear." They went back to the office and signed the appropriate papers and the secretary looked at the resident chart before selecting a room that was empty. She was going to have a room to herself. Jenny didn't know that she was getting special treatment. Most of the girls shared a room. She was given sheets, blankets and a pillow and the three of them went to the room and stowed her gear. Then they went to a supply room that was a kind of store and she was given a week's supply of riding pants called jodhpurs, a Navy blue felt covered helmet, polo shirts and two brown riding boots, brass stub spurs and a riding croup. She was told that she would get a formal jacket later. Then there were was a toilet kit, a bag containing polishing materials, towels and such. "Your mother provided us with your size." Ms Whitmore said. Jenny and her mother carried her stuff back to her room and dropped them on the bed. Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and said her goodbye and headed down the corridor to the exit. Jenny heard the sound of her heels on the tile floor and had a moment of panic. Ms. Whitmore said, "You better stow your gear and get into your polo shirt before dinner. I suggest you plan on turning in early because you will be getting up by sunrise in the morning. Your first class will be in the classroom opposite from my office." With that she left and closed the door behind her. Jenny folded the pants and stowed them in a drawer under her bunk. She placed all but one polo shirt next to the pants. She put the helmet and coup on the small desk under the window. Then she folded the underwear that was also provided and placed it in another drawer. She removed her clothes and put them in the small closet and sat down on the bunk to put on fresh underwear and white socks before putting on the jodhpurs. After zipping them up and fastening the belt she pulled the laces on the calves. Then she put on a fresh bra and a polo shirt. The last thing was to look at the boots and selected boot polish and started shining them. She gave them a good shine. Then she used boot hooks to pull them on her feet. They were a tight fit. The spurs strapped onto the boots and she stood up and checked out the look in the mirror on the back of the door to her room. She ventured out of her room and headed in the direction of the dinning room. There were a few girls clustered at one table. A couple of adult women were at another table. One woman looked at her and stood up and approached her. "My name is Ms. Cooper, Beth to my friends. Please use my Sir name when in formal settings. I will be your teacher for this summer." She extended her hand and shook Jenny's. Then she introduced her to the other teacher at her table. Jenny shook her hand and made note that her named was Ms. McLain. She gave her a warm smile and followed her teacher to the other table where she was introduced to the other girls. One was a very sweet and eager girl named Laura. One was named Heather. She was a pretty girl that looked as if something smelled bad. Jenny knew right away that she would like Laura and Heather was going to be one she would want to stay away from. Beth pointed out that it was a self service food bar before returning to the table with her friend. She saw the food bar and headed for it to get a tray of food. When she returned she joined the two girls she had been introduced to. They chatted about the school and it was soon apparent that Laura was as excited as she was about being here but Heather was not happy about being dropped of at this school. As the evening progressed a total of about a dozen other girls filtered in. All of them made a point to approach their table and introducing themselves before getting their food. Jenny's long brown hair was hanging over her shoulders and she picked up that all of the older girls that had long hair wore it in a single braid hanging down their back. She made a point to remind herself to braid her hair that way as soon as she got back to her room. As the dinning area emptied Jenny said her goodbyes and returned to her room. She undressed and polished the other boots. Then she showered in the common bathroom at the end of the hall. She sat at her desk naked and braided her hair before turning out the light and getting into bed. She didn't get much sleep that night. The thrill of spending her summer ridding horses had her too excited. In the morning there was a pleasant sounding chime to announce wake up call. Jenny was already awake and headed for the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She noted that none of the girls were shy about showing off their bodies. She dressed quickly and headed for the dinning hall. She got her tray and was filled with excitement as she moved along the food line. She was asking if they would get to ride today. An older girl told her that the first few days are for orientation. It would be a few days before they would ride. She was a little disappointed but it did not dampen her excitement. She was outside the classroom early and waiting for Ms. Cooper to arrive. Laura was soon there too. She was shifting from one foot to the other nervously. A chime rang and shortly Ms. Copper arrived with a key in hand. She opened the door and they entered. It was a nice room decorated with pictures of horses on the wall and tack on saw horses. There was a chalk board on one wall with comfortable chairs facing it. The two girls sat next to each other. Ms. Cooper looked as if she was disappointed. Heather came sundering in late. She sat in the empty chair and looked as if she were totally bored. Ms. Copper introduced herself again. She told them that they were going to learn how to care for horses before they would get to ride them. She went into her lecture about horses from the fundamental beginnings as if the girls knew nothing about animals. She pulled down a diagram of a horse and used her pointer to identify each part. She told them they would walk their horses to start with then they would check their hoofs before saddling them up every morning. They would clean the hoofs if needed. Then they would curry and brush them until their coat shinned. They would braid their mane and tails over and over until they could do it blindfolded. They would clean stalls and pitch fresh hay daily. When they did ride they would walk their horse and comb them before putting them back in their stall every afternoon. Heather interrupted Ms. Cooper at this point. "Are you saying I am going to have to shovel horse shit?" Ms. Cooper said, "Exactly dear unless you want to pick it up with your hands!" Heather said, "You can get fucked if you think I am going to shovel shit." Ms. Copper said, "Excuse me." She left the room and closed the door behind her as she left. It was only a few moments before Ms. Whitmore entered and took hold of Heather's arm and pulled her out of the room. They never saw her again. They learned that her parents were called and someone came to pick her up. She would never be allowed back into the academy. Breech of discipline or bad manners was not tolerated. Ms. Copper came back and continued her lecture. She held up a halter with a long single horse hair rope attached to the single ring under the chin. She told them that they would be using this for a few days. She showed them how to tie it to make a bridle. She asked them to stand and tether the rope to a rail in front of them. Laura wound the rope around the rail and made an overhand knot. Jenny smiled to herself and wrapped the line over itself and then over the standing line and back under the standing line with a loop so that the tail end was hanging loose. Ms. Copper smiled with approval. "What kind of knot is that Jenny?" "It is called a Miller's knot." Jenny said. "Why did you use that kind of knot?" Ms. Copper asked. "The horse can not pull it loose and you can untie it by pulling on the end of the rope." Jenny said. Ms. Copper asked "How long have you been ridding?" "I have been ridding every chance I got from the time I was old enough to start school." Jenny said. Ms. Copper went on to show them what a curie comb and brush looked like. She explained how to use them. The morning was over quickly. After lunch she had them stand around the sawhorse and she showed them all of the parts of the English saddle. She told them that the names were the same for western ridding saddles too. Jenny was ahead of Laura again because she had read books about horses and ridding from the time she could read. After class Laura asked Jenny if she could help her. Of course Jenny was glad to help. It passed the time quickly and she was taking about the thing she loved most. The next day after meeting in the classroom and seeing the hook bladed knife used to trim the soft part of the hoof they adjourned to the stable. They walked past the first six or eight stalls. Ms. Copper pointed out that these horses belonged to Ms. Whitmore and other staff members. Jenny saw that a dozen stalls were empty and figured that the other girls were probably out riding. Ms. Copper said, "Each of you can choose which horse you are going to use for the rest of the summer." Laura was drawn to a shinny black right away, she clamed it quickly. Jenny walked down the row of stalls looking at each one in turn. Then she saw the one she liked. She pointed to a tall bay with four white stocking with the name Socks on the gate. The horse was standing there like it was posing for one of those victory pictures in the lobby. Head and tail up, hind quarts stretched out. Jenny looked under it and saw that it was a male. "I like that one Ms. Copper." Again Ms. Copper smiled. "That is a very spirited animal. He needs a strong hand to control him. Do you think you're up to it?" "I think I can handle him." Ms. Copper had them slip a halter on them and lead them out of the barn and into a pen. She had them walk them around in a circle for a while then she had them jog for awhile. When she had them stop the girls were on opposite sides of the pen. She walked up to Jenny and asked what she had learned about her horse. Jenny said, "He is a good sixteen hands tall. He is left footed." "Why is that important?" She asked. "He will normally start moving on the left foreleg. And when he jumps he will want to lift off on the left hind leg. If you walk behind him he is more likely to kick with their left leg first." Ms. Copper patted her on the back and smiled before crossing the pen and asking Laura the same question. Laura said, "I thing she is a mare and she is beautiful." Ms. Copper smiled and said, "You right on both accounts. What else have you seen?" Laura was puzzled. "What do you mean?" Ms. Copper pointed out that her horse was fourteen hands tall to start with. Her name is Beauty like the novel "Black Beauty". If you noticed when you walked her and trotted her she led off on her right foreleg. She is right footed. She will favor that leg whenever she starts moving. She had them tether their horses to the second rail of the fence. Then she handed them curie combs and brushes. She watched them as the combed their horses. When they had done it to her satisfaction she showed them how to braid the mane and tail. She watched them do that. She handed them string to tie the rolled tail up. She told them to removed the rope from the halter and let the horses have the pen while they cleaned up their stalls. Laura and Jenny use shovels to pick up the horse apples and dispose of them before turning the straw in the stalls. Then they put fresh hay in their feeders and added some oats. By the time they had taken the wheelbarrow to the dung heap the other girls were returning. They were full of laughter and having a great time. They walked their horses and cleaned stalls too. Of course Laura and Jenny had to wheel out the horse apples to dump them on the heap. The rounded up their horses and put them up. By the time they cleaned up and changed clothes it was dinner time. By the time dinner was over it was late. Some girls wanted to watch TV in the lounge but Laura and Jenny were tired and got ready for bed early. The next day started as usual. They did the same thing as the day before. The classroom instruction was on how to look after horse's hoofs. Some medicines they could administer and vitamins they were to be sure that their horses got every day. In the afternoon they were back in the barn helping the farier change shoes on several horses. They both had to file the hoofs and nail on new shoes until they met his satisfaction. They administered the meds to their horses before curry combing them and braiding them all over again. They did that every day until Ms. Copper announced that classroom is over. She took them to the tack room and selected two saddled for them. And gave them quilted saddle pads to protect the backs of their horses. She gave them bridles and helped them put them on their horses. She showed them how to be sure that the metal bar rested between their front and back teeth. The bar had a curve so that when they pulled back on the bridle it lifted the hump against the roof of the horse's mouth and pried it open. She told them that it did not hurt them but it got their attention. She told them that it was cruel to use a Spanish rowel in their mouth. The spur cut their mouth up. She watched as the girls tethered their horse and saddled them up. She checked the length of the stirrups and helped Laura up into the saddle and handed her the reins. Jenny pulled the reins loose and threw the right rein over the neck and took the left on in her left hand and grabbed the pommel and the cantle of the saddle with her hands and as she jumped up she pulled herself up as she stuck the toe of her left boot into the stirrup and swung her right leg over. She had to lean over and turn the small metal stirrup so that she could insert the toe of the right boot. Ms Copper had them walk their horses around the pin while she saddled her own horse. Then she mounted and led them to the gate. She leaned over and opened the gate and led them out onto the trail. Jenny noticed right away that this saddle was not like any she had ever been on before. At first glance it was an English saddle but this one came with a bulge right behind the pommel. She found that the motion of the horse walking caused that bump to rub the front of her jodhpurs. She found the motion actually pleasant. She thought there was something wrong because she was getting a sexual thrill from the action. After the first day she took Laura aside and asked her if her saddle was rubbing her crotch too. They giggled as they admitted that it turned them on. At dinner they had the feeling they were getting knowing looks from the other girls. Both of them were sore from their first day of ridding. Both were walking bowlegged and in some discomfort from their ligaments and muscles rebelling against the way they legs had been spread all day. Jenny was not in her room long when there was a knock on her door. It was Laura. She came in and the two of them sat on the bed and complained about the pain in their crotches. They were in their nightgowns and it was easy enough to pull them up and inspect each other's pussy. Even with the padded crotch of the pants their skin was red from the pounding of the saddles. While they were busy inspecting each other there was another knock on the door. It was Ms. Copper. She had a bottle of lineament in her hand. "I'm glade that both of you are here. I thought the two of you could use this after your first day of ridding." Ms. Copper said. She closed the door and drew up a chair in front of the bed and had the girls sit on the bed with their gowns up and legs spread. She poured some of the liquid into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together before placing the palms on the inside of first Jenny's legs. At first the liquid felt cool and it did relieve the soreness. As the hands rubbed the flesh it warmed up and Jenny got that tingle in her crotch like she had felt during the days ride. Just as she was closing her eyes because it felt good Ms. Cooper removed her hands and turned her attention to Laura. Jenny sat and watched as their teacher rubbed Laura's crotch. She saw the look on her face change from discomfort to bliss. Then Ms. Cooper placed one hand back between Jenny's legs while the other was still between Laura's. This time her fingers sought out and found the girl's clits. There was no attempt at all to hide the fact that she was masturbating the girls. "Just lay back and enjoy it girls. It will help relax you." She finger fucked them both at the same time until both girls climaxed. When she removed her hands from the girls she leaned over and kissed both of them and picked up her bottle and headed for the door saying, "Anytime you need to be rubbed let me know." and was gone. The girls were sitting there looking at each other in total disbelief. They could not get over what had just happened. They spent the night in her bed holding each other and kissing and feeling each other up until they went to sleep. The next day while they were ridding Jenny noticed that her jodhpurs had a convenient opening and she could slip her fingers in and rub her cunt while ridding. She pulled up along side Laura and asked her if her pants had an opening in the crotch too. Sure enough Laura's had the same opening. The girls thought it had been a design flaw until they inspected all of their ridding pants. The girls started sleeping together and asking Ms. Cooper to give them a rubdown every night. She was happy to do so and even added some oral care of their crotches too. The girls returned the favor at their teachers command and soon were accomplished oral lovers. Some nights it was very late before Ms. Cooper would leave Jenny's room. One day Ms. Copper selected two different saddles. She pointed out that these two had had rubber protrusions that were at least two inches long. When they mounted their horses the horns (for lack of another name) were not comfortable until they found the opening and slipped in. They found that their panties were being driven into their vagina by the pressure. This day they both almost passed out from the sheer number of times they were brought to a climax by the stimulation of their young clits. Ms. Copper noticed everything. Before they returned to the stable she stopped the horses and asked if they like their saddles. Both girls breathlessly admitted that they had never seen anything like them before. Ms. Copper pulled back from her pommel and showed them her own pommel. The rubber device was as big around as a flashlight and disappeared into her pants. She gave it a twist to show them that it had a quick release. "In time you can use one as large as mine. If you get thrown your toy will go with you." Their daily rides became the best sexual thrill of their young lives. Ms Copper was taking them on longer rides each day. She started stopping as soon as they were out of sight of the stable and having them remove their clothes and tying them on the back of their saddles. They would put their boots back on and mount their horses. That was quite a sight, a naked woman followed by two naked teenagers wondering around the forest on horseback. The girls were getting fucked by the motion of the horses. They were taking lunches so they didn't have to come back until evening. In time they would even see other groups ridding just like themselves. One day they stopped for lunch near a tree shaded brook with a pool. They found the water cold enough to be painful at first but it felt good to lay on a large rock and let the sun dry them. Another group of older girls arrived and joined them. One of the older girls joined Jenny and Laura on the rock. She reached over and felt her younger friend's breast. Jenny gave a quick glace at Ms. Copper and saw that she was already being mounted by the other teacher. Apparently the other teacher had removed her dildo and was fucking Ms. Copper with it. Before lunch she had been fucked with a dildo and watched as Laura was being fucked too. The girl that was with her was named April and wanted her cunt sucked. Jenny found that her cunt smelled of leather mixed with the smell of a wet pussy. She found that her cunt gapped open from the two or three hours of ridding with a dildo wedged into her cunt. That was the wildest day so far. Ms. Copper produced larger dildos for the ride home. They stopped just before coming out of the trees. Both Laura and Jenny were exhausted by the time they had walked their horses and Ms. Copper's. When it was time to get ready for bed both Laura and Jenny were stopped by April before they reached the showers and were told to report to the office right away. They said they better get dressed first. April told them there was no time. "Report as they you are". They ran to the office, their breasts jiggling as they ran. April knew what was going to happen and envied them. When they knocked on the door they were told to enter by Ms. Whitmore. They entered and stood in front of her desk. Ms. Whitmore was sitting there with Ms. Copper sitting next to her. She had two folders in her lap. As Ms. Whitmore reached out she handed her one. Ms. Whitmore seemed to be studding the folder intently. >From time to time she looked up at Laura as if she were about to punish her. "I see that you had a little trouble learning the care and treatment of horses but you seem to be coming along fine now. How do you like ridding now?" Laura said, "I like to ride very much." She was looking at Ms. Copper for advice but there was no emotion on her face. She wondered if Ms. Whitmore even knew about the saddles. Then she looked at Jenny's folder, 'I see you were ahead of the program from the start. I'm glade to see that you have been willing to help Laura. That shows the right kind of thinking we like to see around here. Did you enjoy the party at the pool today?" Both girls almost peed right then and there. She knew about the party. Jenny gave her a look that said why not just admit the truth. "I loved the party. I would be happy to have a party like that every day." Ms. Whitmore leaned back and gave out with an uproarious laugh. Ms. Copper chuckled too. That seemed to lighten up the atmosphere and even Laura smiled for the first time. They had felt so vulnerable standing there naked with their toilet kit in one hand and towel in the other. Ms. Whitmore stood up and came around the desk and wrapped her arm around Jenny's shoulders. Ms. Copper did the same to Laura. They led the girls to Ms. Whitmore's private quarters, where the two women undressed. Ms. Copper had a marvelously athletic body. Her brown hair was in the traditional single braid. Her areolas were large dark brown things and her vulva was shaved clean. Ms. Whitmore was much older but she was athletic looking too. Her breasts sagged and her areolas were on the bottom of her tits. They were stretched into what looked like pink eggs. Her skin was tanned all over and had a dry look about it. Her vulva was shaved clean too. They led the girls into the bathroom and ushered them into the shower. It was very crowded with four in the shower and only one could stand under the water at a time. Ms. Whitmore insists on shaving Jenny first. She gets a can of shaving cream and covered her vulva completely. Then she used a Lady Schick to shave the girl. She even had her lift her leg so that she could make sure that no hair was left anyplace. Then Ms. Copper did the same thing to Laura's pussy. The women dried the girls and sat them on the bed to inspect their work to make sure that the girl's cunts were as naked as a baby's. They could not resist sucking the girl's pussy until they both had climaxed. Then they had the girls suck their tits to get them in the mood for them to suck their cunts too. When they were done they paraded the girls naked to the swimming pool and the girls saw the other staff members naked in the pool. The four of them entered the spa and felt the warm swirling water felt so good on their aching muscles and the girls relaxed. They were almost falling asleep clinging to the breasts of the older women. In turn each teacher and older student filed past them and leaned over the edge of the spa from the pool and gave the girls a kiss and either squeezed a breast or gave their cunts a stroke. They were now members of the official riding club. In time Laura and Jenny were given more slack. As new girls arrived the new girls took over the duties clean up the stalls. But on duty days they were called upon to act as massagers for Ms. Whitmore. That entailed following her around all day. They ran errand for her when required. She did like to get out on the trails herself to keep an eye on the girls and she liked to take some time along the tail to stop and enjoy the girls company. On duty nights they got to sleep with her too. Jenny having her own room also allowed other teachers and classmates to drop by to spend a night with her too. As summer was coming to an end and every night a different girl or teacher was visiting her room to share her bed. Jenny was regretting the time when she would have to go home. The time did arrive and her mother came early. Jenny had wanted to have one last session with Ms. Copper and Ms. Whitmore. She was disappointed when she saw her mother coming down the hall. Ms. Whitmore saw her and gave her a warm hug and a very passionate kiss. She asked her mother if she would like to take a ride before they had to leave. Her mother accepted right away. The three of them went to the stable and saddled up. Jenny noticed that her mother didn't bat an eye when she selected a saddle with a large dildo on the pommel. Her mother pulled up her skirt and mounted the horse. Jenny watched as she pulled her panties aside and lowered her pussy down onto the dildo. That was her first clue that her mother had known about a academy. When they were near the pool they dismounted and undressed. The three of them spend several hours sucking tits and pussies. Her mother told her that she had gone to the school twenty or years ago and Ms. Whitmore had been her teacher back then. Ms. Whitmore said it had been a particular thrill knowing that the daughter of one of her early students was sucking her pussy for the past few months. Her mother gave her the news that Socks was her horse now and they would be taking him home with them. Oh! Yes we are taking a saddle too. That caused them to laugh even more. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com