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266eighteenth birthday. She loved the horse more than any human-being, who%u2014she considered-were an unkind and greedy species.Hazel had never had a boyfriend. At twenty-eight years of age, she was still, technically, a virgin. She had never wanted a man, nor an intimate girl friend, for that matter. When she did have urges, she simply satisfied herself, often masturbating in the stables to avoid being caught by her parents. She was in there now, but not playing with herself. Instead, she was saddling Henry she wanted to take him out for a ride and to clear her head and think.He was saddled and ready. She spoke to him while stroking his forehead. %u201cI know, Henry, I have been remiss in not taking you out much these last two years, but that is going to change. I have been emotionally unwell. But I still love you my darling male champion. Now, let us go for a ride together.%u201dShe walked him out of the stables and into the courtyard, mounted him, and rode him out of the drive onto a narrow country lane. They proceeded to trot at a slow rate until entering the local village. Several folk on the streets waved to her, possibly pleased to see her out after her being so long a recluse. She waved back and gave them a smile.There was a freshwater chalk stream on the far side of the village. Hazel intended to pause there and give Henry a drink and a little food. She had brought sandwiches and a small carton of orange juice for herself. An impulsive thought entered her mind. She knew it was caused by the motion of the saddle against her intimate organ. She thought, if no one was there, she might risk masturbating herself in the grass at the pond%u2019s edge.The thought, the risk of someone coming across her as he neared orgasm, and possibly being torn between stopping and hiding her actions, or instead%u2014complete; it excited her. It had been many months since she had pleased herself; this would be a treat,.She spoke to Henry, %u201cA little faster, my love. The freshwater stream awaits.%u201dHenry took up a faster trot, and she felt the movement against her groin and lent forward so the rubbing of the saddle was closer to her Slime