My chest does not rise, breathing is shallow, my fear is an abyss. To the saddle horse he leads. I hesitate. The sun shines just barely this far, c...pping my left heel in it's golden touch. He removes his hand from my flesh. Now I draw in a sputtering, fearful breath. One foot now between my own, his right foot, kicking gently, spreading me apart by degrees. My hands go to the wooden crossbeam before me, as though drawn my a puppeteer's strings. Only the rest of my body shakes now. I. That 100th time well maybe then it's real. But if it is real then there will be a connection, a wholeness. You will both make each other happy."I leave unspoken my own sexual history before getting married. I could recall a number of quick 'releases' of my own with no relationship to get in the way. It's different when it's your daughter you're thinking about isn't it?" I think to myself.- AnnaHe hasn't freaked, thank God! Well, if he hasn't flipped at the drive-in handjob story, he wasn't. He could not wait to mount the spoiled bitch that he took pride in knowing that at least in the bedroom. That timely spoiled rich bitch had been house broken by him. Kimberly was now very submissive to his needs in the bedroom. He looked down at his beautiful girlfriend big ass wagging in the air. He knew she was ready to be fucked. The beautiful round ass of hers was sticking up waiting for him to mount on. Therefore, he got behind her and started rubbing the tip of his dick over her pussy. He. "Christ Tom what you think of me? Blubbering on your shoulder like a little girl".With that Tom pulled away from me held my face in his hands and said "you've got to tell me what's going on"I knew that if I wanted to keep Tom as a friend, and I really did, (tonight had reminded me how safe, secure I felt in his company), I would have to at least give him the outlines of what had happened. Interestingly, perhaps the one thing I should have felt most nervous about, the size of my cock and its.