I must it admit I was not ready for what followed. I thought Cheyenne would curse or scream, hell even punch the pillow on the couch; never would I ha...e imagined she would come stand in front of me lift her dress up and start playing with pussy! Some doctors would have stopped her but I couldn’t; I was caught up in her moans and the sounds of her wetness.Taking her dress off fully, Cheyenne placed one leg on the arm of the chair and spread her lips wide so I could get a clear view of pretty. . but after the birth, things tapered off fast. We were both tired from taking care of the baby. She mistook my exhaustion for disinterest, and got even more reluctant to let me near her. I was too tired to fight about it, and she figured I didn't care. It was all downhill from there... Anyway, everything in my life had quieted down til last week. I pulled into a bordertown truckstop in the upper-midwest, with a pretty popular strip club adjacent to three or four cheap motels. This wasn't my. I slipped on my shorts, grabbed the 9-mil and went to what was my front door, the opposite from the patio door. I turned on the outside light then peeped through the peephole. Shawna was standing there with a sheriff's deputy.Now what?I quickly opened the door, and before I could ask what was up, Shawna was in my arms saying, "You have to help us, Steve, please, Charlie's on the way to the hospital, he's in bad shape, help us, Steve."I motioned for the deputy to come in and I brought Shawna. There is a power there that brings up a respect for what those legs can do when she needs to work or play. If her pants are short enough for me to catch a glimpse of her thighs, I get the to see those pale upper legs that are so soft when at rest but so taught when her brains sends a message to work. Whenever I place my hand on them in public, I feel a playful energy there. I feel a softness/hardness, a bulk to them, not fat but substance. Her legs are not overweight they just show and feel of.