”Megan replied, “I am married you know.”“Yes, I know. But you know you want to stay.”A long pause, “What will I tell my husband?”My cock... side came out, “Tell him you met someone and are going to be his sex slave for five days.”A longer pause from Megan, “Yeah right, like he will let me stay if I say that. Plus, I don’t have any clothes for that long.”I fired off right away, “You won’t need any clothes. If you do, there ARE clothing stores here.”Megan responded quickly, “Ummm…You want me to run. Sit down."She pushed, and I sat in a chair. She sat on my legs, facing me. "You said my life was mine to live. When I said you might think my proper place was at Long's ranch instead of Summers', you said my proper place was where I wanted to be, not where you wanted me to be. You said you wanted me to be where I'd enjoy myself. Remember?" Yes. But I meant..." Wait. Where I want to be is on my back in that bed enjoying you inside me. Or on my hands and knees in that bed enjoying you inside me.. We simply contented ourselves enjoying each other's company, sharing the same interests, and we both loved deep, meaningful conversations. We could talk for hours about anything and everything. These conversations were sometimes so intense and so full of emotion that we got to know each other on a much deeper level very quickly, and before we knew it, we were in so deep, we hadn't even realised we were digging our own graves and were about to fall right into it.It was the December Holiday's and. She was panting so hard that I half expected her to hyperventilate, but that didn't happen. She was moaning in sync with my licking by the time I finished my total of 20 strokes and switched my target.This time, I traveled up her pussy slit putting gentle pressure on it with my tongue. The second pass was enough to force it open so that I could reach her inner pussy lips. When I make contact with them, I thought she was going to explode! She had a major orgasm right then and never seem to come.