#388591 - The feeling was like no other I had ever experienced. She then looked up at me, laughed that wonderful radiant smiling laughter, and said “Come on, I want you up under the arch where I was standing. Not only could I observe this tall, now demonstrably slim, powerful figure going about her work, using her muscles to shovel and lift the straw, push the loaded wheelbarrow, carry filled haynets, and the filled water buckets, but as she moved, bent, straightened, I got forbidden glimpses of her flesh, her back as her t-shirt parted company from her jodhpurs, her neckline depending on how the t-shirt was buttoned, the movement of her breasts as she bent over, imagining from what I saw how her body might look if she were naked.