‘And bull strong,’ he replied. ‘For half the year he built fences, cutting the wood from the old Bois-de-arc trees along the river bed. The wood...was hard and strong, covered with wicked, wicked thorns, some as long as a man’s finger. The Caddo Indians used to use the wood for their bows and their bows were the best in the state. Well Bill built his fences the same way, destined to be the best in the state.’ The old man stopped talking for a bit, letting his guitar build the fences around the. She removes her finger from her clit, starts penetrating faster, still forceful though, not really thinking or wishing a man there anymore, she knows what she’s doing and that she is definitely enough for her right now, she does want more of a fuller, thicker and more rigid penetration than a fingers give her but, thinking of her dildo, it’s in her room next to her bed, she would have to stop to get it, she doesn’t want that, so she continues with her fingers… …her other hand free again, she. ‘Not right now,’ Heidi replied. ‘Maybe…maybe later.’ Tim’s embrace tightened, their lips met in a torrid, searching kiss, and their bodies pressed together. ‘Let’s go upstairs,’ Heidi suggested when the kiss finally ended. ‘We…we can get something to eat later…if we want to.’ When they arrived in their bedroom, they tore at each other’s clothes. Tim, as always, delighted in helping his wife undress and, as usual, enjoyed having Heidi undress him just as much. When their clothes were off, the. The woods were a blend of green and barren, evergreen and sleeping deciduous trees intermingled, with spruces and their green needled branches being most common. The winter night was filled with the sounds of stirring trees, the wind shifting through leaves and needles and branch. The towering giants around them creaking as their old wooden bones shifted. The occasional owl hooted a lonesome call. The smell of pine and dead leaves and live things, green and furred both, intermingled in a rush.