Being pursued by her big, strong uncle was never what she expected, but.it could be more than she can resist. A ride on horseback can be more than a little revealing: Where the trail bent and began to descend, Dave halted his horse, turned in the saddle, and watched the loose procession of horses and riders converge toward him. Voluptuous Barbara Ross came first, followed at varying lengths by Ken Chester, Laurie Dow and Will Ross leading two pack animals. When Barbara reined up alongside, Dave extended an arm, pointing to a clump of willows that bordered a stream at the far end of the meadow below, and called out in his booming voice: "Coldwater Meadow. We'll camp on the far side tonight." Without waiting for comment, Dave wheeled his horse and guided him into the first of many descending switchbacks. Pressing into her stirrups, Barbara eased her weary buttocks off the saddle and for a moment peered down at Dave Dow's retreating back, then let her gaze drift across Coldwater Meadow. There still remained the steep descent and a mile of level riding before they made camp, but the attractive auburn-haired woman felt thankful that she could at last see their destination, for she was the first to admit that she was not a good horsewoman. In fact, the only reason she agreed to mount one of the unpredictable beasts was for the vicarious thrill of the constant, rhythmic contact between saddle and pelvic area. Now, after several hours of hard riding, the crotch of her tight-fitting britches was saturated, for she refused to wear panties while riding, savoring instead the ecstasy of the friction of her naked vagina against the coarsely woven fabric. At that moment, a shudder - cold and unwelcomed - rippled through her, and immediately she eased back into the saddle, forcing herself to concentrate on the delicious warmth of her moist pussy against the bard leather, forcing herself to ignore the weariness in her buttocks. Gingerly, then, the enraptured woman guided her horse into the first switchback, and, as he braced himself in descent, she felt an even more pleasant warmth spread through her loins, for now, with each of his jolting strides, her rigid, inflamed clitoris came into climax-mounting contact with the saddle horn. It felt almost as good to her as had Dave Dow's hard, jarring cock on the previous evening; it felt almost as good as she knew Ken Chester's cock was going to feel. And she knew it wouldn't be long before she was able to maneuver him into her waiting arms - perhaps even tonight.