I hobbled my horse, stripped off the saddle, and put on her feedbag. I figured to give her some water later. Once we were out of the wind and the cons...ant pelting by the sand, I was able to relax for a little while.I gave my horse some water and fixed myself a cold supper. No way was I going out in that storm to look for firewood. I looked for signs of rattlesnakes and found none, so I put down my groundsheet and my blanket, and, using my saddle for a pillow, went to sleep.Nothing disturbed me. We talked a little, about how hard he worked, his age (19), school, that he should take a break (lol a hint) which he said he was due one then. So I smiled at him and asked where the restrooms were. I needed a break myself. So we walked that way. On the walk, I asked him about a girlfriend, yes. Happy with her, yes. Actually engaged as of this past Valentines Day. We got to the bathrooms and I looked around and saw no one around and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, patting his butt. Again, the naughty thought of getting my hands, mouth, cock all over her body, getting to put it to her pussy—the fact that she was another man’s wife that I was experiencing, enjoying in full sexual adventure made me groan, made me ache with lust, with primal need. At this point, Tess is wagging her ass at me, “Give it to me, and fuck me again. I need more of that cock.” I reached around to grab some titty. They were hanging down so low; her breasts grazed the surface of the pool. Patrick could not settle during Saturday because all he wanted was to be with Amala, preferably in bed, so he went for a walk.Whether it was consciously or not be found himself walking very close to the Gupta house but seeing Amala's next-door neighbour in her own front garden he headed Amala's warning about being seen by the neighbours and he kept walking. He did, however, phone Amala's mobile from his.Amala had been thinking about Patrick a lot, not surprisingly, and had considered phoning.