The horse craned its neck and curled its upper lip in a sign of appreciation. ‘Okay girl, now go eat.’ Sherry shooed her away. Sadie trotted off ...o the barn. ‘Along with all your other charms, you’re a horse whisperer too.’ Sam winked at her. ‘I used to spend summers on my Uncle’s farm in Kansas. It was my home away from home. I won a couple of ribbons for barrel racing at the State Fair.’ She lifted her chin with a how-do-you-like-that smirk. ‘That’s a face that should be kissed,’ thought. I'd happily complied, but there was an aggression in his tonewhich unsettled me. It was true that I hadn't worn a rainbonnet because Ifelt silly on a dry night and I hadn't realised it mattered. Fumbling inmy pocket I put it on, feeling as if the power balance had shifted.Whereupon he asked me to lead him to my house. This was what we'd agreedbut for a moment I wondered if it was wise. What I'd taken to be friendlyrequests to wear certain clothes and take him home now seemd like orders.Yet. A lot. ... I would jerk off thinking what it was like. ... But you know, incest and all. ... I don't suppose you, ... you couldn't have, never." Girls have fantasies too, you know." But with me?" Yes of course. You and all the other buff guys." Pam!!!" he laughed too loudly for the movie theater but nobody noticed.We watched the movie for a while longer. Something got into me. I stared over at him. "So Mr. Patch, ... do you want ME to jerk you off?" Pam?!?! Here!?!?" He looked around. “Okay,” I replied briefly, not trusting myself to say more. I was aware that I could easily climax and, while part of me wanted the pleasure of release, part of me worried that I would be unable to remain silent. Fortunately, Angie seemed aware of my dilemma and slowed her pace. The pressure in my groin began to recede as she began gently caressing my cock with fingers, lips and tongue. “Love you!” my wife said tenderly. “Love you, too.” I replied, feeling my voice catch in my throat. Then I.