And as my juices bathed her insides, Fran also climaxed with an overwhelming sense of bodily release and a massive sigh that seemed to empty her lungs...of every particle of air.But I had not finished. By sheer will-power I had managed to constrict some penile muscle and interrupt the flow of spunk. I moved gently in and out, gathering my strength for the final onslaught. But I could hold myself back only for a few moments. Then I accelerated again, and once more the animal in Fran bucked back at. "Reckon you should probably take Spirit out, what do you say mother?"Megan nodded in agreement with her husband,Beth entered Spirit's stall; he was a five-year-old stallion, standing tall and black at the door. Beth stroked his nose in greeting before saddling him and heading out across the adjacent field.Beth spent a pleasant couple of hours riding through the local countryside before heading back to the stable. As she dismounted in the yard she was aware of the ache in her thighs and arse. "With another fit of yawning, we shut the lights and groaned our way into bed, lying uncovered and facing each other in the dim wash of early daylight that filtered through the curtained window.We lay on our sides, facing each other in the dark. I closed my eyes. From the window behind me, the city stirred faintly. It was an unfamiliar sound, one I'd never heard when falling asleep in Memphis -- a vague, distant but lurking and steady noise, a hint of the unexpected, an undefined coming and. Everything else was of no importance. Whateverhoops he had to jump through he would, and with every appearance ofdoing so willingly, enthusiastically. Whatever Grace de Messembryordained, whatever humiliation she had in store, he must welcome,smile and welcome. His dress and behaviour must be beyond reproach.And if she found reproach in what was beyond reproach, that too hemust smilingly accept.He carefully applied a generous layer of the Venumar Depilatorycream to his body and legs, waited.