The rest is history.” After checking Shadow’s food and water, I checked Margarite and Jughead. Adding hay and water as needed.“That’s a right ...retty appaloosa, Matt,” Paul observed.“Yeah, I picked Margarite up from an old Indian horse trainer in Nevada. She was trained up as a cutting horse. She’s about the best I seen around cattle.” I wanted to get a better feel for the area, so I changed the subject. “How do you like living way up here in the middle of nowhere.”“Better than the big city.. "Would you want to?" God yes..." I breathe. We both sit up slightly and she leans into me, I reach forward, place my hand on her cheek, and kiss her gently, she kisses back hungrily. We sat like that naked, kissing, breasts gently brushing against each other, for I don't know how long.When we finally break our kiss, we remember where we are and she gets nervous, so back to flipping and talking, "What about Jack?" she asks."What about him? Do you really think he would mind us hooking up?" I ask. That was the worst. Because the truth was the opposite – it was me. I was unworthy, and that was the whole problem. It wasn’t that he was a bad person who would leave me – it was that I deserved to be left. He should have wanted to leave, and that made it possible to believe that maybe, just maybe, he did.I closed my eyes, exhausted, and the image of my husband’s tear-streaked face played on the back of my eyelids. It was so real, so heart-wrenching, that I sighed and opened my eyes again. Even. I was right about her beasts. They were large enough to tempt any man, firm enough to stand on their own, and her nipples were positively gorgeous. I wanted to see the rest of her, but Jennifer was standing in the way.Since she started this, I decided to take her all way to nirvana by turning her away from me just enough so that I could enter her soaked center. She shivered, garbled out my name and pushed back as I slid steadily to her cervix and began to rock us both in a slow, but terribly.