As he led Cajun to the barn, he saw that Ariel had Lady saddled already and was fastening a cooler sack to the back of the saddle."What's in the coole..., baby?" Jack asked her."Oh, nothing much, dear. Just some sandwiches, fruit, cheese, and soda for a picnic lunch. Can u fasten this back pack to your saddle for me, honey?" she replied, smiling at him."I sure can, honey. What's in here?" he asked."The picnic basket, four towels, the first aid kit and my cell phone, and a roll of toilet paper,. He could feel the warmth of her juices that flooded his fingers. He could hear her moans getting more vocal and her hips began to buck and writhe. “Ooooooh fuck sir,” she cried out. Harry loved to bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. It was always a controlled form of pleasure. Fucking a woman gave him little or no control because his own orgasm controlled the time he spent pleasuring them. He looked up at her as he pleasured her with his fingers deep inside her and his thumb. ”I just started shuffling towards the door and didn’t look back. When I finally got home, he was there. He listened to me tell my mother that I had a gut ache and was going to lie down. I never went back to the job. I hardly ever spoke to him again. But from then on, I always knew what he had been doing those nights when he came home late from work….The years went by. I left home, got married, had kids. My wife, Cathy, was from the neighboring town. Blond, small bust, conservative. She was a. Just you, I suppose. I've never really thought seriously about other women. A bit sad, I know, but when I'm asleep and dreaming of fucking, it's still you. Sorry." Really? I'm impressed. I thought that the whole point of being a man was fantasies of dozens of women lusting after their body." Not me, ma'am. But, come to think of it, you've put your finger on the difference between dream and reality." Oh?" Lust. In my dreams, you're eager. Not just willing, but eager to enjoy yourself. Like last.