Something scalding hot and sloppy wet pressed against my thigh and ground slowly into me, as Kiva whispered to me, begging as she pressed her sopping ...ur against my leg, ‘Take me again, master, please. I feel so empty. My cunt is so hungry…’ As she ground herself against me and whimpered, I wanted to so badly. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and haven’t been for decades, yet Kiva never failed to get me so incredibly hard, so incredibly aroused I was almost drooling and panting for her body, her. “Sorry, Miss.” I tried to unbutton my shorts, but my hands were shaking so bad, the first button wouldn’t come undone. And she was right there, so close, so damn tall, and all that was her—her anger, her beauty, her strength and confidence, her sexuality—overwhelming me. “You’re a mess. Put your hands on your head. Stand still.” That I managed to do. I stood there, embarrassed and with my hands on my head as she started to undo my shorts. Of course the button popped right open for her. Without. The next day Ronald wasn't there when I came to visit Jack. I was a bit disappointed at first, but that soon passed when Jack said he wanted to have a serious word with me. Jack said that if his studies weren't shaping up a lot on short notice, that he would be flunking his final year of college. One of the problems was me, because he couldn't keep his mind of me and our little games, but the main problem was that he really wasn't one for the books. Jack's quite smart, but he's more of a. How clearly he remembered that fateful day in September. It was a Saturday and most ranchers were in Morgantown enjoying dinner at the hotel, as was the custom. It was the only social activity most of them had. Riding into town, Emerson saw Maria. She obviously had something she could not wait to tell him. ‘Have you heard the news? Your mother and Miguel are going to get married!’ she gleefully told Emerson as he dismounted. This was something that Emerson had seen coming, but had never.