He fucking owns the little bitch.He's about to run through The List again when a change in the sounds issuing from behind the closed door of the bedro...m prompts him to turn the tv volume down again, head tilted, concentrating. A moment later he identifies the dull thudding as her heels drumming the hardwood; he sets his beer on the table hastily, almost spilling it, and in two strides bursts through the door.The sight that greets him hauls him up short; he can't help but stop to savor it. His. I nodded my head and said that I would take on the chore. I finished my free beer and left the tavern to go hunting.I did not have far to go before I spotted the grove of cottonwoods that the bartender had mentioned. A stream ran beside the road, and that must have been the reason for the trees. There was not a water shortage in this part of Texas, but the trees took advantage of every bit of relief that Nature offered.Okay, now that I had spotted the trees, what was I going to do? I stood a. I arched my back, thrusting my perfect breasts forward. The fat man groped my tits with his fat finger, clumsily pawing at my breasts. I rode him harder and harder, the more lifeforce I stole, the faster I fucked him. I pushed the man far past his physical limits. He was lost to the pleasure. He didn't care about anything but me, not his wife, certainly not Scarlet Whatshername. And definitely not the weariness suffusing his body, the hammering of his heart, and the burning in his lungs. I lost. She kissed me gently."Wow!" She whispered. "You can do that anytime you want. What got into you?" She asked playfully."I missed you too," I confessed."Even with all those hot young things I left to take care of you?' She teased some more, a big smile on her face. I kissed her back."Even then. No one replaces you, Megan. They just make it almost bearable," I said almost seriously. She giggled."Even Amy?" She asked. She smiled again to be sure I knew she was not upset or worried."You and Amy are.