All the time. So the idea of drinking scares the hell outta me. Letting my control loosen up any, letting anything slip out… that’d be, uh, bad. M... inhibitions, my, uh, my pretending that I’m okay and can deal with everything is like, all that keeps me together, you know? One little slip of my real feelings could put me in a world of hurt. In a lot of ways.”“Brian…” Emily blurted out, and as she gazed at his serious countenance, she felt the giddiness from the alcohol burning off, leaving. I pointed the horses towards our claim, letting them walk to favor my shoulder. I was in no hurry. I knew where they were going and the ground they had to cover, and if they were planning on backtrailing me it would confuse the shit out of them.Deliberately I had changed directions half a dozen times and even rode back over my own tracks twice. They better have a damn good tracker or it was going to take them a while to get to the claim. I pointed the horse along the quickest route, confident. She was fucking perfect, I thought, as I slipped a hand down my jeans, my fingers caressing the veiny shaft of my cock. I gripped down hard and held it tight, letting the blood build up before it flushed towards the head. Suddenly he stopped. She looked back at him as he pulled out. Then, without warning, he rammed his dick into her again. She shrieked her lungs out, tears streamed down her eyes. Judging from her grimace, he had probably fucked her up her ass. But her pain didnt phase him. It. Write dirty things on her. Sometimes cum swallowing. Always ass to mouth, and sent home with a load or two of cum in her ass. If she spent the night she got more of everything. I loved when she would scream, "Thank You Daddy Thank Youuuu". We did all sorts of things but those were standards. Later I found out she was married and didn't tell me, but kept coming because she never got fucked like this at home.I was attending College at the time.One night before she arrived I wrote a fun a exercise.