Tired from the strenuous activity, I sat on his lap, leaned my head over his left shoulder, and gave him a little peck on his cheek. XXNX He reached up his right hand and placed it on the back of my neck, and leaned forward, sticking his tounge into my mouth. Following, he took his left hand and did the same with my other breast, and he started carressing my breasts. Not understanding what was going on, I darted my eyes from his face to the binder, face to binder. Luckily, I had managed to put a shirt on over my suit, but the shirt was wet anyways. And of course this scene isn’t complete without an embarassing encounter with the trainer, who had apparently watched the whole thing from the window of the tack room. Still, I leaned forward towards him just a little more
