One of my fellow Latin students was a Latin teacher from Massachusetts around my age, and she was saying that she had told her husband when they were getting married that she'd plan the wedding, but it was the groom's job to plan the honeymoon, which he did do - a lovely trip in the Bahamas.
The sexiest thing he did was arrange for horseback riding on the beach, and they were galloping along the beach on separate horses with the seawind blowing through their hair etc. - and then a tropical storm came up, and drenched them, and they had to ride back like 15 minutes to the hotel in the pouring rain.
When she got back to the hotel and went to take of her jeans, she found out that because her jeans were soaked, the motion of the horse had made them rub off pretty much all of the top layer of her skin on her inner thighs and buttocks, and she screamed as she took of her jeans, and so for the rest of the honeymoon, she had to put lotion on, and to her husband, she was like, "Don't touch me."
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