They didn't think it wrong at all. They figured it didn't matter one way or the other, since it's only an animal, and it feels good." One old coot of ... prospector used to bang his donkey mare all the time--for years--out in the mountains while he was panning out stake money and looking for a big strike." Lots of widowers take to their cows. Can't say I blame them. No woman will live on them scratch farms with 'em. Those men got no place else to go and nothin' else they can do. A man needs some. That hypocritical whore, she was fucking cheating on his father. As he stormed up the stairs the grunting, the moaning and the sound of the bed squeaking increased. The door of the bedroom was closed but not fully it was slightly ajar. He had planned it in his head, he was going to storm in to the room grab that bloody Imaam, give him a good ass whooping throw him out the house and then he would deal with that whore he called mum. But as he approached the door for some reason he stopped. He. She got down from the stool.I was sweating profusely as if I climbed Mount Everest. She asked me about it. I deflected her question by blaming the alcohol. Then we moved near the fridge in the kitchen. My fridge was bottom freezer type. She bent down forward, her tight dress gone up and shown me even more thighs than earlier. I saw her sexy tight ass and wanted to spank it. I wanted to spank this bad girl and teach her who was the daddy? I was about to spank her ass when my wife’s face flashed. She said nothing, dropping her hands to her sides.A little stunned at this silent invitation, I pressed my cream covered fingers onto the middle of her right cheek and, timidly, rubbed it in a small circle. I rubbed the cream all over her right cheek, then scooped up more for her left cheek, working it in with small circular movements as well. Her cheeks succumbed to my pressure, withdrawing and moving like a wave as my fingers pressed forward.Inevitably, I slid down the slope of her darkening.