Joan was clearly having trouble riding the horse her boobs were constantly bouncing out of her basque, perhaps a trot was the wrong pace. Clint kept finding himself distracted by the naked flesh on show, and pulled his horse back a little. Letting Joan take the lead didn't give him much relief, as he now had a magnificent view of her arse as it bounced delightfully in the saddle. The horses muscular ass making Joan's even more obvious.
Clint became a little unsettled by the changes in his perspective the longer they both stayed in the past. Just one more "Pwease where are we going?" got to him and he fished the rock out his pocket.
"I wish we were back in the present day." Clint muttered in a heartfelt tone.
The world seemed to waver in their eyes, spooking the horses. In a couple of seconds the world shimmered back into shape it was quite a familiar sight. Clint recognised Karyn's house, with a smile. But something still seemed a little off to both of them.
