She rode astride. I had seen a few other woman ride that way and that is how all the girls back home rode, so it did not seem strange to me.The lieute...ant gave me a pass, a map and some money and off we went toward the Housotonic with this wooden box strapped on the pack horse that I kept trotting along behind us on a tether. We did not talk much, and when we came to a ferry someplace north of Bridgeport about sundown, I rented a room for her, and we stopped for the night. We ate in relative. I didn't say a word... I couldn't. My cock was fully erect and begging for release. She put her hand on my chest and gently brushed her fingers over my chest and stomach. "Sweetheart, I think it's best we get some sleep." I reluctantly let out. "Try and have fun daddy. Loosen up. It's a vacation and you work to hard", and with a seductive smile her hand entered my boxers . I put my hand on her arm ready to stop her but the look in her eyes melted my resolve and instead forced her hand further. It wasn’t him, it was me. That sounds like the stale words used in a million breakups I know, but just because they are a cliche doesn’t mean they aren’t true. ‘Well, he wasn’t prepared to deal with the me that had come back. He listened and tried, but he wasn’t comfortable holding my hand. My gun hand. When I tightened my grip I guess he felt the finger that pulled the trigger on that guy staggering towards you when you were on the ground bleeding. I guess he could feel it twitch twice when. She had an attractive face without trying to be attractive, and a shape that most heterosexual men think feminine: curves full breasts and a bottom you imagine handling. She also had a great sense of humour and was happy to talk about anything and everything. Only the clothes sellers that run women’s magazines do not understand just how much such a woman features in men’s fantasies.The conversation that night ranged from geeky to the long story of how a colleague, Paul, had spent a previous.