For a moment she just watched Matt, but then she lost no more time and walked over to said shed. Now that she thought about it she could hardly wait to sit on top of that gorgeous stallion - 'Steel', what a fitting name - controlling it with the pressure of her thighs. She had to smirk, what an ambiguous idea.<br/><br/>Finally inside she checked the contents. She would not need any shirts, caps, or riding crops. Some tight fitting riding pants and boots were quickly found, though, and put on in a hurry after she placed her skirt on some empty hanger. She wondered what she looked like in those skin tight knee length pants combined with her skimpy top, but there was no mirror to check, so Matt's expression would have to do. Finally fully dressed she walked out again, to check how far the boy had progressed already.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>