******************** Johnny made good time the first day on the trail. That evening when he camped, he changed clothes. The friend he’d met at the P...cific Ocean had an extra set of buckskins and a trade was made. Johnny gave him a skinning knife that he seldom used for the clothes. He’d waited until now to change because he didn’t want to hurt Maggie’s feelings by changing out of the work pants and shirt she’d gotten for him. Those pants and shirts are fine around town or on a short trip but. I can hear her words bouncing through my head, invading my cortex, reverberating in my eardrums."Tu ne peut pas faire mieux?” "Ils sont ivres; les salauds" “Ils ne sont pas dignes de me baiser les pieds.” And I am nodding, tears forming in the ducts of my eyes with every single slap of her words across my perfectly made up face. I want to scream. I want to stand in front of her; to confront her woman to woman. I want to shout into her smug, beautiful face, so gloriously captured and. ... how....could...nnn...you?!” I smiled and replied “ I thought this is what you wanted?” Before she could answer I began passionately kissing her feeling her moan through the kisses as fucked her. Eventually we ended up in a sitting/crouching position with her legs clamped around my waist and my hands on her tight arse moving it up and down. I knew she was approaching a big one, her nails dug into my back, her legs grew tighter and the muscles in her pussy drew me deeper and deeper. I was. I was in bed with Shannon, the woman whom I had met yesterday through work, and we were both fully nude. The morning sun reflected off her backside. Her flowing red hair spilled out onto her back and the surrounding pillows. Her full lips parted as she kissed me good morning and I was in heaven. Could I just stay here, quit my job, fuck her every morning and every night, and never go back? Of course not. I had a daughter at home who didnt have a mother. And she needed me more. &hellip,And then.