.." Hyah!" She tapped the flank of the horse and it trotted up the drive,leaving Burt once again watching her ride away.He stepped after her then halt...d."I've watched you give your heart to that woman for years."Burt turned. Old Harry was leaning against the stable doorway, hisexpression earnest and empathic. "Yearning for her; imagining a life withher." He gave a humourless chuckle. "But she ain't never going to chooseyou Burt. You do know that. A gentlewoman like that wouldn't touch a manlike. Bre couldn’t believe what she had just seen. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She was soaked through her panties! She felt embarrassed but very horny at the same time. She went back to her room and rubbed her pussy and imagined it was his hand touching her. She ended up falling asleep and dreamed of him that night. Bre was eighteen now and Adam was twenty. He had grown even hotter over the last year. Bre still fantasized about him once in a while. His body had gotten more. " "This is one girl who ought to," he growled playfully, caressing her with cold fingers and laughing at her soft squeal of mock protest at their chill. "Besides, I promised you something extra special, didn't I?" "Listen, buster," she said severely, unknotting his tie, "I've been around, I have. I know you guys. All blow and no show, most of you." "Most of us?!" He pretended outraged surprise. "Just who else have you been entertaining up here wench?" "Only the milkman, the postman, the gasman,. “Damn it bitch how many time do I have to tell you to call me when you get home?” She jumped to her feet right as the door flung open and he walked in. He started at Sherry for a moment before turning back to her. “Well slut how many time?” When she didn’t answer quickly enough he hauled off and slapped her across her face knocking her on to the bed. “Well bitch this will teach you to call. Did you think just because that cunt is sitting her I would hurt you.” Then to her horror he grabbed her.