Samantha was surprised that Faren would have her ride in front of him on Susan rather than pillion. The day was sunny and they were happy, laughing as the horse cantered along. Faren guided the horse to the shady paths which were sheltered from the gentle breeze. He was regaling her with funny observations of the people who had attended the wedding when Samantha became aware of Faren in a way that had never really presented itself as such before.<br/><br/>Being a plain and simple girl, Samantha had little first hand knowledge of men, but had heard many description when her friends would gather around the Great room to stitch and gossip. Right now, she knew that Faren found her or something about her very attractive, if the rigid pressure digging into her backside were any indication. She tried to scoot away, for she didn’t want to be seen as a temptress but Faren’s iron muscled arm would snug her close.<br/><br/>Deciding to ignore the erection, she sat with a board stiff back. Would the priest call her a fornicator for making a man lust after her especially since he wasn’t seeking to be a fornicator himself?<br/><br/>“Where are we going? A picnic you said? Are we almost there?” she asked, guiltily.<br/><br/>Samantha began to pay closer attention to the countryside to discover a suitable place for them to dismount. She pointed out several but Faren kept Susan to a steady pace.<br/><br/>“I like that spot over there.” Samantha said, pointing to a secluded glade just beyond the pathway. “I see a place to let Susan graze and we can talk without anyone being around to over hear.” Samantha pointed, again, stabbing the air. “Faren, over there. I would like to stop here. Please.”