He didn't take it so well; he got mad and left. I didn't see him for almost a month, and believe me - I was missing him - a LOT! So when he finally sh...wed up I was overjoyed. But he wouldn't come in the booth with me! "But … honey - WHY??" I asked him, disappointment written all over my face."You KNOW why, Keven," he answered. "I asked you to come to the Fair with me and you flat out disrespected me." But, DADDY!" I blurted out - "You KNOW I'm married!" And nothing I said would move him. I knew. Tom knew that Kelly would be shocked, even Cheyenne women had a hard time with some things. He knew that her white upbringing would never have prepared her for some of the things that he had done, and that he was sure that fear would have a grip on her. When he looked he was surprised that she not only looked calm, but seemed unconcerned about the story. He frowned as he sat back against the log. He didn't know if she was in shock, or she really just didn't care.He cleared his throat to get. He takes his hand off my breast and lifts one of my legs by the knee, to place it on the ledge by the window. I am still bent over with my elbows on the sill. His fingers find my cunt, now trickling, wet... he rubs it... spreading the wetness over my clit... I moan, more like a deep breath. The sound of a zip being undone. A slight shuffle. Something nudging my back. Hot. Slightly wet. He holds his cock to rub it against the crack of my butt cheeks... then under... against my cunt. Wet sloppy. When I finished, I read a few chapters from Atlas Shrugged and then went to bed and slept quite soundly.Wednesday was a repeat of Monday and nothing exciting happened on campus. After dinner that evening, Penny showed up as planned and we spent about ninety minutes in the study room. I realized that there was going to be a problem if I needed to talk to her with the computers in there, because it was supposed to be a quiet room. We hadn’t bothered Jackie who was hard at work on the drafting.