‘I have strong legs from all my years of riding horses. One evening, Jacob saw me removing my riding pants before joining him in the bedroom. His large hands traced all of my hardened legs and in his husky voice said, “You’ve got some strong legs love; but let’s see how you can really ride a stallion.” I gave him a love bite on the ear and whispered, “Then I’ll show you, Sir Frye.” So I rode upon his manhood as he kissed and tasted my moans, as he goes in and out of my temple. It was a good ride.’