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Author's note: This is the second and final part of my story about how, as a teenager, I was seduced by a 42-year-old single mother and robbed of my virginity. I wrote the story many years ago to read it to the girl I fell head over heels in love with back then, and to whom I have been happily married ever since. It was her who convinced me to publish the story.

I hope you enjoy reading about my very special horse riding holidays, as I have enjoyed writing it!

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My very special Horse Riding Holidays (Part 2)

The next morning, I had a hard time getting out of bed. Sleeping in was out of the question, because riding lessons were always scheduled right after breakfast. Ulrike was already sitting in the dining room with her parents and kept stealing glances at me, expressing a mixture of disbelief and admiration. In general, Ulrike seemed completely different, sitting at the table with her parents, lost in thought and peacefully, whereas before I had always seen her arguing with either her mother or her father.

Ariane had obviously already had breakfast with her daughter, because there were used breakfast dishes on her table that hadn't been cleared away yet. I remembered that she had told me about a trip to Timmendorfer Strand, a small town surrounded by huge sandy beaches, located on the Baltic Sea coast and only about an hour to drive from Malente. She wanted to take her daughter with her, so I guessed she was probably already on her way. Secretly, I was glad I hadn't met her at breakfast, because she had a piercing way of looking at me that would certainly have been uncomfortable in front of the other guests. I didn't really know how I should have behaved towards her in the company of others, so I was actually quite happy that we didn't run into each other at the breakfast buffet.

So, after riding lessons, it was time to laze around again. As I was taking my saddle to the tack room, I witnessed another argument between Ulrike and her parents, who were determined to spend the afternoon at the lakeshore. Ulrike, however, would not be persuaded for anything in the world to accompany her parents. In a bad mood, she steamed off to her room and simply left them standing there. I also retreated to my room, after picking out a selection of trivial magazines from the TV room. A little later, as I lay on the bed, leafing through the magazines, I suddenly heard a steady, pleasurable moan from the next room. It was quite obvious that Ulrike was masturbating behind the wall, and it seemed very likely that Ariane and I had provided her with the inspiration. I could clearly hear the initially quiet moaning, which gradually grew louder through the wall, until it finally grew into rapid panting and, at the moment of orgasm, culminated in a long, drawn-out sigh. In terms of volume, Ulrike couldn't keep up with Ariane's numerous orgasms. On the other hand, I was also sure that she was holding back on expressing her pleasure, knowing that the walls in the attic were thin.

But even this silent climax had an effect on me, as I felt a distinct stirring in my pants. I suppressed the strong urge to masturbate, though, because I secretly hoped Ariane would visit me again that night!

Ariane still hadn't returned from Timmendorfer Strand by dinner time. So I spent the evening outside on the lawn, playing soccer with the little ones. The sun had almost set when the last children were brought inside by their parents and sent to bed. So I had no choice but to return to my room, if I didn't want to expose myself to the swarms of mosquitoes that took over the riding stables' outdoor area as night fell.

On the way to my room, I immediately noticed that Ariane must be back from Lübeck, because her yellow VW Golf with Berlin license plates was back in the parking lot in front of the house. At first, I considered knocking quietly on her door, but strangely, there was no light on in her room. Even stranger was that my room key wasn't hanging on the key board, even though I was sure I'd hung it where it belonged. Had I left

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