The Taste Of Female Riders

As a little worm you crawl out of the ground and see above you a beautiful railing mistress who is loosening on a chair after a long day in the paddock. When a little later, with a noisy thunder, a riding boot stands in your way and almost kills you, you look up once more accusingly and recognize only her thick riding socks, which she had been wearing under her boots all day and which land on you at that moment - warm and extremely damp. You wriggle out of this characteristically scented sauna and immediately a completely different biting air hits you in the face, which has filled the entire .