On instinct, I ran my hand between my legs and slowly covered what was there. My middle finger sank slightly into my personal crevice. It was warm and...damp and my finger was generously coated with my wetness. As I stared at Carlton lying there on the bed, I slowly slid my finger through my pussy lips. The soft warmth of my pussy as I glided my finger through myself sent feelings roaring all over my body. The tiny hairs that covered my skin raised and the tingling chill that I could only. “You drive a well matched pair of horses, what price do you ask for them?”“They do not belong to me, and are not for sale.” I replied, rather curtly it must be said.The other three riders continued riding past, shooting me and Woody sour looks from under their hat brims, which were pulled well down over their faces.“A pity. They are as fine a pair of Percherons I have seen.” He raised his hat, and rode on after his companions.“There,” I said, turning to Woody. “Just a man interested in. He watched as a ship at sea struggled against the storm, making for Portland perhaps, or Boston, and he stood and walked along his trail, looking at the ship and the waves. The wind in his hair felt wild, untamed, and the force of it buffeted his soul as he thought about the years after her death. His wife had started playing the piano again, but something was different now. Her memory was a game of chance, the biochemical sequencing of the flow of memory altered by her disease. Her conscious. My hands then unbuttoned her blouse, to feel her hardening nipples.I unzipped her tight skirt, letting it fell to her ankles.I then took my very hard cock and shoved it firmly between her soaking wet pussy lips. Ana gasped, saying she felt me harder and thicker than ever. The fuck was frantic, hard and fast. I thrust furiously into her wetness, making Anita moan and cry with each stroke. I only lasted a couple minutes pounding her and suddenly exploded so hard inside that warm and slippery.