Dunnie however had offered no solutions and being a horse was not likely to do so any time in the near future. Daylight hours saw him talking out loud...to every animal and inanimate object on the ranch. Night time found him sleeping in a bed that suddenly, after all these years, had become unbearably empty.By Friday Scott was ready to head to Lubbock, or the nearest nut house. Coming to the conclusion that he could not stand another week, a plan was made. He fed the horses then turned them out. I laid on the desk, propping myself halfway up with my elbow, my legs dangling off the edge closest to him. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then pushed back in. “How does that feel?” He. Back to my 1st sexual encounter/experience.. I was on my way back from church one day in the summer of 61 it was hot, I was in shorts and a T shirt and found myself in need of the loo, funnily on the way back from church there was a public toilet, which was not very big it had one long urinal that could probably fit 4 men at it and one cubicle with a door that locked and it smelt, the whole toilet of what? I wasn't sure at the time, but I soon came to understand it was the smell of a mixture. The cabin took up the width of the Hermes’s stern, and contained a large, ornately carved oak desk with a matching, leather cushioned, chair, both items securely shackled to the deck, as was a rectangular mahogany table, large enough to seat eight persons but at the moment had a number of charts spread on it. I noted a curtained alcove, which I took to be the captain’s sleeping berth. There were surprising touches of a woman’s hand in the décor of the cabin, such as tastefully arranged.