"Where are you going? You can't do anything out here in the dark. Come to the party. There will be rooms there," Paula was pleading now but not moving...from her spot. I took off running, dragging Margaret along with me. We heard Paula fussing about something but she sounded like she was in the same spot, not following us. When we got to the cottages Margaret was out of breath. I let her rest while I peeped around the corner of one of the cottages to see if Paula had followed us. I didn't see. Carefully, he guided his phallus into her, both of them moaning at the contact. He began thrusting into her, slow, ever deeper thrusts as she writhed beneath him, pushing upward to meet his downward strokes. She begged him to go faster and penetrate deeper, every nerve in her body responding to the stimulation of their lovemaking. She bit into his shoulder as she felt her climax overwhelming her, her vaginal muscle spasmodically gripping his pulsating manhood. He reached the peak, shooting his. The kids' father and I spent the first two weeks making love in every room in the house. Including the garage. And the crawl space above the hallway. And the patio. And if we had ever flown somewhere together, I'm sure he would have been able to talk me into going into a rest room with him. I'll let you in on a little secret. I was laying on that table right where your bowl is one of the times we made love in the kitchen."Sara moved her bowl aside and looked at the table where it had been."I'm. Our horses were in a barn separate from the business, for tax purposes. I didn’t mind tacking the horses up for a ride, but I hated the other end. Also, I didn’t care much for grooming and all that, but I did all those things because they are necessary to be a good horseman.My sisters, though, could not spend enough time with their horses, and Ellie was worse about it than Maggi. If you needed Ellie for anything and couldn’t find her, she would either be riding or taking care of Grayboy, her.