I felt good the following day, I had only my fingers and an old vibe since Franks's death, and I missed him and his touch. I didn't enjoy my self-imposed celibacy, it had been a little over two years since his death, and it was about time I started dating again. But I had no clue where to start. I certainly wasn't going to date Debbie or have her in my bed again. She was nice, but I didn't trust her after seeing how she came on to me at the party and how she looked and talked about Candace.

I check the stable security cameras routinely, and now I was going to check on my new helper. I purposely didn't tell Debbie they were scattered about the ceiling and were hard to spot. I had them installed to protect my babies. I wouldn't say I liked spying on people, and I wanted to think horse people were honest. But these days, I don't think that applies anymore.

I slipped back into my routine of riding a little, taking care of the business end of the ranch, and keeping an eye on Deb. She was working out, as far as I could tell. Out of the blue, I got a text from Susan letting me know she would visit mid-week. If she was going to visit, I needed to stock up the fridge. Deb was working, and I told her I was going to the store and would be back in a couple of hours. Getting to town takes at least thirty minutes, so two hours would be plenty to shop and get back.

When I was up at the gate, I saw Candace pull in without Audrey in their suburban. I wondered why she was here since they usually visit early mornings. I let it go and went to the store and got groceries.

On the way back, Deb passed me, going in the opposite direction into town. At the time, I thought nothing of it. When I got home, Susan's car was out front as I pulled into the side yard near the door to the kitchen. My darling daughter came out to help with the bags, and we started talking.

Susan was concerned that I was downsizing and selling the ranch. I knew she loved it out here but needed her own life, not one we made for her. Susan had a degree and was using it, which was why she went to college in the first place. We talked, and I told her about Deb when she asked why her car was there.

I reassured her I wouldn't sell anytime soon. We talked a little about Deb, and I told her that she was doing a good job and showing up when she was supposed to and not screwing around. I also mentioned that she'd be the first to know if I were serious about selling. She even volunteered to move back home if I needed her.

The way Susan acted, I could tell she had something else on her mind. She knew I wouldn't sell this place unless I absolutely had to. I didn't press. She'd tell me when it got to the point that she couldn't hold it in any longer.

The next few days were pretty typical. Deb showed up and cared for the horses, showing Candace how western riding differed from jumping. Candace seemed to blush quite frequently when talking to Deb. She's usually a stuck-up little twat who, like her stepmother, thinks she's better than everyone else. But Candace seems timid with Deb and does everything Deb tells her to do.

Maybe it's just me or our age difference. As long as Candace's stepmom's check didn't bounce each month, I didn't care.

I did start looking online at dating services. I was surprised, and there seemed to be one for every lifestyle you could think of. Most started free, but you needed to pay for the good parts. I wasn't at that point quite yet. I had plenty of batteries for my vibe. If I wanted another go with Deb, I was sure she wouldn't have a problem with it.

A few days passed, and I decided to check up on Deb with the security cameras again. I went back to the day Susan was over and started watching. I saw my love walking in the stable. I could see her being stealthy as she approached Princess's stall. She looked towards the corral, and I assumed she saw Princess galloping around. Then she peeked into the stall. I switched to my stall camera and saw Candace sucking Deb's boob.

Deb was leaning against the wall, her fingers brushing Candace's cheek, placing the girl's hair back behind her ear, and saying something. Candace seemed to be enjoying Deb's enhanced mammaries because it looked like she was fingering her sweet little cunt at the same time she was nursing.

I continued watching my little amateur porn flick as Deb quit stroking Candace's face and began pressing down on the top of the girl's head. Candace looked devastated having to leave those big boobs, but she dropped to her knees, loosened Deb's belt, then her jeans. Deb wiggled as Candace worked them down her hip, then dove between the stripper's legs. I guess Deb was wearing a thong because nothing got in Candace's way. She wrapped her hands around Deb's ass and happily tongued Deb to a sweet orgasm in what I thought was record time.

They straightened themselves up, kissed, and went their separate ways. I went back to see how long Susan watched, and it was maybe a minute. So, that eliminated Susan possibly being gay. Not knowing how lesbians react to situations like that, I assumed one would have stayed longer to watch or join them.

But, one should never assume, even concerning your child.

The two lovers left, and since Candace lives in the opposite direction of town, I figured that's why I didn't see her pass me on my way in. I debated what to do about Deb for the next few days. She showed up, worked, and did a good job. But I obviously couldn't trust her. I had no idea what Candace's stepmother would say if she found out. Maybe they were fucking each other, but the way Audrey acted, I doubted it.

I didn't want Mrs. Cunt to find out her little sweetie had been deflowered on my property and then take her horses, spread rumors, and maybe sue me for what I'd seen and not told her.

I did warn Deb that Candace was trouble, and I thought Candace was only seventeen. I waited until the following week and talked with Deb. I told her I was checking the security cams because I had an alarm. I had first scrolled past her and Candace but went back and saw what they were doing.

She giggled and asked me if I got off on it. I told her I didn't, and if Audrey found out, I could lose a lot of money and my reputation. That's when she realized it was her last day working here. I told her I liked her work but couldn't trust her. She started to cry and asked for another chance. When I said no, she started flirting with me. That sealed the deal. She started removing her top, but I told her to keep her boobs in her bra. She thought she could use those to change my mind.

It was tempting, but this was my livelihood, and I didn't want to lose it. So, it dawned on her I couldn't be bought; Deb thanked me and left.

I put the video of her and Candace on a DVD and locked it in my safe in case someone started stirring the pot.

I was now back to square one, doing the chores by myself.

A few days later, Susan texted that she was coming out to talk again. She wasn't here that long ago, and that's not my Susan.

She said she wanted to look for an old picture, but I saw right through that. I did get some down from the attic for her to look through so she wouldn't know that I figured it was a ruse for something else.

She came over, looked in the boxes, then told me her real reason for the visit. Susan told me she was bisexual. I guess it's called 'coming out'.

She was all worried that maybe I wouldn't love her anymore. There are only a few things she could do to make me not love her, and this wasn't one of them. We hugged and talked, maybe a little crying, but I told her I only wanted her happy.

She was relieved and mentioned when she was sure about her new love, she'd bring her to meet me.

A week or two later, they finally came over. Boy, was I surprised. It was Vicki, the other stripper, who came over with Deb. At first, having dealt with the boob queen, I had questions about Susan's leggy blonde. I asked questions and got good answers from both of them.

Susan was smitten, and Vicki was too.

Over the next few weeks, I got more acquainted with Vicki. Susan told me some of her history, and I was impressed. I didn't keep track of the days, but Susan asked if she could move back home. Then a week or so later asked if Vicki could live with her. I didn't see why not, so Susan found a job where she made as much as she made at her other job, and she could work from home.

The girls borrowed my truck a few weeks later and moved Vicki in. I had to clear out the bedroom near my room for Vicki's little home gym. The girls moved into another room at the opposite end of the house. I assumed so I wouldn't hear them at night.

Susan had introduced her lover to the horses, and Vicki was enthralled with them. We showed her how to groom and saddle them, so she could learn to ride. It didn't take long until the three of us were riding the property and having a great time.

I offered Vicki a job here so she wouldn't have to drive that long country road on weekend nights to go dancing. She's gradually withdrawing from that life, making Susan feel less anxious about her having an accident late at night and having no cell coverage.

It's nice seeing both the girls so deeply in love and goo-goo-eyed over each other. Vicki is nice to talk to and does as good a job with the horses as Deb did. Plus, I can trust her.

I did mention to them both I was thinking about dating again. I think Vicki was half joking when she mentioned she might know a couple of ladies I might like to meet. I asked if one was Deb, and that got a few laughs.

I told them I was open to suggestions since it had been over twenty-five years since I'd been on a date. That's when they started looking for someone they both approved of for me.

It took some time, but I did start dating again. Men and women, because I hate to discriminate.

I quickly learned dating sucks. Men friends of friends close to my age seemed to be the worst. I started being honest and open on my first dates with them, mentioning in passing that my daughter and her girlfriend lived with me. That's when they'd steer the conversation to an area I found disgusting, which ended the date. Of course, some women did that also, so it's not a gender issue. I think my maximum relationship was about three or four dates, then various reasons turned them off to me or vice versa.

It wasn't until almost a year after that life-changing party I thought I might have found someone. One of my boarders moved out of state and took their two horses. I put a sign on the fence advertising an open stall and flyers at the local feed stores. I got a few calls, and some people dropped by to look, but nothing panned out.

Until Roselyn called after seeing the flyer at one of the feed stores, she had to relocate for her job and was looking for a place to live plus somewhere nearby to board her horse. It would be ideal if there were room to ride, so she didn't have to drive hours to ride her baby. She lived in one of those corporate apartments because she came from out of state. Roslyn had been researching by phone and the internet before seeing the flyer. We talked for at least two hours about horses, the climate around here, places to eat, good feed stores, etc.

I told her she could drop by anytime if she had other questions because someone was always around. She liked that I also had security cameras, the jumping course, and other amenities. She seemed interested.

It was a Saturday, and both Susan and Vicki were home. Vicki had stopped stripping about three months before. I was out in the stables scooping droppings when Roselyn drove up in her rental car. She wore jeans, a tee, a flannel shirt, and boots.

Vicki met her as she walked to the stable to groom Abigail, her favorite horse. She escorted Roselyn to the stall where I was working and left us. I noticed Roselyn's eyes didn't follow Vicki as she walked away. So, I assumed she was straight and then admonished myself for thinking that. She was a pretty redhead, about the same height as me, maybe an inch shorter. She spoke with a southern twang I found adorable.

I gave her a tour of the facilities, showed her the available stalls along with the feed and tack rooms then took her outside. We walked around the corrals, I answered her questions, and she seemed to like the place. We talked fees and then went into the house to get the paperwork to read and sign if she decided to board with me. Susan was inside on her way out to help Vicki and then go riding when we walked in.

When Susan left, Roselyn asked if they were my help. I was honest and told her Susan was my daughter and Vicki was her live-in girlfriend. She commented that she could see where Susan got her good looks from. I smiled and thanked her, hoping she wasn't another 'Debbie'.

Roselyn left, then I headed out to talk with the girls. They were both grinning as they looked at me when I walked up.

I looked puzzled, “What?”

Vicki grinned, “She's pretty hot, Linda. She must be single too, no ring and coming out here alone.”

Susan giggled, "I thought I saw her checking you out as I was leaving, mom."

I laughed, "You two are something else. Let's take the boys out with Abigail this time."

A week later, I had a signed contract for boarding 'Dixie'. It took Roselyn another week to fly home and haul her sweet Appaloosa to our ranch. The girls and I immediately fell in love with Dixie. She bonded well with our other horses, and we couldn't have been more delighted with her.

Roselyn pampered Dixie as much as we spoiled our babies. We'd all ride together, talking and getting to know one another. I missed my former boarder, but Roselyn and Dixie replaced them quickly.

Two months later, Roselyn and I have gone on six dates. We made love on our fourth date at her place.

We'd attended a play and were discussing it over a late dinner at a nice restaurant. I mentioned I didn't like driving our road after dark because people have no regard for the speed limit. She casually mentioned me staying at her place. She had room since she'd moved to a two-bedroom apartment. I blushed, thanking her, but I couldn't impose.

She looked into my eyes and whispered, “I think you should, Linda. I have a feeling we'll both enjoy it.”

Roselyn reached across the table, her hand covering mine before interlacing our fingers.

I smiled, “If you insist, I'd love to, Roselyn.”

She grinned, “Then I insist, Linda.”

We finished our dinner, and Roselyn paid. We'd been splitting the bill up to that point. I tried to pay, but Roselyn grabbed the bill before I could.

She had driven this time, and my car was at her place. When we walked in, it reminded me of Susan's apartment, which was small but well-organized and cozy. She offered me a glass of red wine, which I accepted. We kicked off our shoes, then sat on her sofa, talking and sipping. She left the bottle on the coffee table, so we didn't need to get up and return to the kitchen. Our talk centered around the play and then horses. After our second glass, she asked how long I'd been attracted to women. We'd never discussed our sexuality, and it was just assumed. She knew I had a daughter and about my marriage to Frank. She'd seen our wedding pictures in the house and a small memorial photo I had next to them.

I told her it was a recent revelation. Roselyn laughed. I told her about the party and Debbie, but I left a few things out, such as Vicki being the other stripper. When it was her turn, she mentioned she knew she was attracted to girls when she was thirteen but never acted on it until college. I told her I had a similar experience until I met Frank and fell hopelessly in love.

I felt her foot rub against my ankle as we chatted. We both knew where this was going. It was just a matter of time before we got there. Roselyn smiled as she set her glass on the table. We weren't that far apart, sitting on the sofa. When she sat back, she also leaned over to kiss me. I held my glass so I wouldn't spill as her lips met mine. We'd kissed goodnight several times, but this was a 'we're making love tonight' kiss. Long sweet, passionate kisses are my weakness, one of several I have, and Roselyn's kiss sealed the deal.

When Roselyn broke our kiss, she took the glass from me and left it near hers. She stood, reached out her hand, and led me to her bedroom without saying a word.

We kissed again, and as Roselyn unbuttoned my top, I fumbled around, found her buttons, and began loosening them. I lagged by mere seconds and lost my concentration when she had enough of mine undone to cup my breast. I moaned into her mouth as she ran her fingers over my nipple.

Roselyn paused; looking into my eyes, she continued, brushing my nipple with the back of her fingers.

She grinned, "You like that, Linda? I can't wait to play with them, lover."

I nodded, “I do, Roselyn. I love your touch.”

We continued until our blouses hit the floor. Next, Roselyn reached behind me and easily unhooked my bra. I fumbled a bit but managed to release her sweet orbs. We wiggled enough, so each undergarment dropped to join the blouses at our feet. Our kissing continued as our breasts pressed together. Roselyn wasn't as big as Debbie. Which didn't matter to me; she loved brushing her nipples against mine as much as I loved hers brushing against mine.

We continued kissing, our hands roaming and exploring. The next thing I knew, Roselyn was removing my skirt; naturally, I returned the favor. With both our skirts now on the floor, Roselyn decided it was time for bed.

She took my hand and led me to the side of her queen-sized bed, pausing briefly as she kissed me again; Roselyn eased back the covers. One last kiss, and I mounted her bed and anxiously waited for her to join me.

I rested on my side as I watched her ease onto the bed. Her red hair contrasted nicely with her light complexion. I'd read somewhere that redheads can be feisty, and maybe now I'd find out if that rumor was true.

We were only in our panties; Roselyn wore a lovely lime lacey bikini while I wore a pair of violet ones. Roselyn crawled towards me, smiling and playfully growling as she approached. I giggled as she pounced, rolling me on my back and then kissing my neck. Our legs brushed together like rubbing two sticks to start a campfire; only this was slow and sensual. Roselyn teased me, kissing and licking my earlobe, neck, and under my chin.

This was making love, not the same experience I had with Debbie. That was having sex, and I preferred Roselyn's way so much more.

We rolled back and forth, giggling, touching, and teasing each other until Roselyn reached down to slip her fingers into the waistband of my panties. Her long slim fingers felt good against my skin as she eased my panties down my hips and onto the floor.

Roselyn's touch was gentle as she explored my inner thighs, teasing me before using her index finger to massage my labia. Her kisses on my tummy and that finger's circular motion sent chills down my spine.

When she whispered, "You like this, don't you, Linda?"

I nodded, telling her I loved it. She smiled as she continued kissing, licking, and slowly building my arousal. My eyes were closed, enjoying the way she touched me. I felt the bed move and then her soft lips against my thigh.

Roselyn continued rubbing me with her finger as I squirmed, telling her how good she made me feel. She whispered back that she'd only just begun. When her tongue touched my skin, I nearly lost it. She used the tip to circle my pubic area, taking her time and delighting in how I reacted. It was a sweet torture, continuing circling and rubbing me.

When she did slip her tongue into me, I was on the verge of my climax. But Roselyn wasn't finished with me. She continued whispering how good I tasted, felt, and smelled and how she loved how I looked down there. Her words were sweet and gentle as she built me up, eased me back down, and did it all over again.

I added to my pleasure by massaging my breasts and tugging my aching nipples. Roselyn saw what I was doing and commented that she'd get to my breasts in a bit, but first, she wanted me to bask in the glow of my first climax with her.

I was so close to doing just that, and she knew it. When her talented tongue sliced between my lips, I nearly lost it again. But it was still too early for Roselyn. She continued playing with me, her finger massaging above and her tongue inside. Her tongue snaked its way to my clit, where she finally focused.

She circled my nubbin with the tip, withdrew it, then sucked on my lips, only to return and repeat. Roselyn was fantastic; when she'd had enough, she concentrated on my clit to send me over the edge.

This was my second time with a woman; as my body responded to Roselyn's magic through the haze of my orgasm, I briefly wished I'd started dating sooner. If my pussy could sing, it certainly would have.

Roselyn sat back on her heels as she watched me convulse. She massaged my ankles and smiled at her handy work. I was a mess, and I loved every moment of it. When I could focus again, I grinned and told her it was my turn.

Roselyn giggled, “I can't wait.”

So, she lay down beside me, and we started kissing. While making out with her, I played with her lovely full breasts. Unlike someone else's breasts I'd played with, Roselyn's were full and natural, just like mine. I tugged her nipples, and she moaned. I pinched, and she moaned louder and squirmed.

I got an idea and left her sweet lips to focus on those lovely mammaries. Roselyn rolled onto her back while I laid across her to suckle and tease her until she decided she'd had enough. I was in boob heaven, licking, sucking, biting, and pulling her dark pink teats as she squirmed, praising my handiwork.

Since my lover enjoyed my attention to her breasts so much, I decided to add to her excitement. I backed up just a shade to finger her while I nursed. When my hand sifted through her sweet red bush, Roselyn purred. I grinned as I continued sucking, and my hand cupped her vagina. Massaging led to a finger between her lips. I basically did what she did to me; only my finger was inside and not out.

Discovered her clit, and played with it. Roselyn added to my breast, playing with her hand on the boob I wasn't on. She'd tug, pinch, and roll it as I suckled and fingered her. When she asked me to go lower, I left her breast to lick my way to her moist, sweet pussy.

Moving between her legs, I used both thumbs to rub her labia while I admired her golden pubes. Using my arms, I opened my love's legs. Roselyn moaned her approval just before I slipped my tongue in her.

I laid my cheek against her inner thigh and lapped her honey. Swirling my tongue within her, Roselyn complimented me with good girl, yes, and babe as her favorite words.

Playing with her clit got her more excited. She placed her hands on my head, pressing me deeper and sifting through my hair.

When she said, “Oh, fuck, Linda. There, stay there,” I did, and it resulted in her climax. I remained licking and enjoying her musk until she nudged me with her hand. I wiped my mouth with my fingers and then licked like a cat after dining.

Roselyn giggled, "Come here, kitten, kiss me."

I laughed, "I'm far from being a kitten lover."

She smiled as we cuddled, “You can be my kitten or whatever you want. You're delicious, Linda. I'm so glad we met.”

When I told her I was glad also, we kissed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.

That was our first lovemaking session. We did it again in the morning and again in the shower. When I left her, I felt sated and happy. The girls grinned but didn't say much when I got home. They could tell by my smile I'd had a good time.

I told them Roselyn would be coming out more often, and they liked that. They enjoyed seeing me happy and liked Roselyn, which made things much nicer.

Roselyn has never asked about the girls intimately, and I've slept with her twice at her place. She's not interested in them and has said so without saying it directly. Her focus is on me, and it feels beautiful.

Roselyn's been to the ranch for dinner several times now. The four of us get along fabulously, and she's very knowledgeable about horses. Vicki and Susan are learning to cut and reign with Dixie and Princess with Roselyn's help.

When Roselyn comes over for dinner this time, she's going to stay the night. When I think about it, I have to smile about the last year and a half. I would never have imagined any of this taking place. I'm one happy lady, and to think it all started due to some poor dispatcher screwing up.