The guy led her over to the back of his patrol car and she spread her thighs for him.Ana told him she really needed it. He walked up between her legs ...pen as she stared at the dangling monster black cock that was about to go in her. The lucky bastard asked my wife her if she would guide it in for him; because he had always had the fantasy of a white woman doing it for him.Anita smiled as she grabbed the shaft and slid the cockhead up and down her smoothly shaven mound. She teased him for some. Not much excitement round these parts.’ Daniel watched his mother as she talked quietly with Jill. The two women had bonded instantly, as his wife said, shared secrets to which he was not privy. But this was no secret. His father was right, he had never felt the connection to this land that his parents and grandparents had. He was a soldier, not a farmer. He spoke slowly, ‘No, Dad. You’re right. I don’t have the skills to run this place anymore than those city slickers do. Tractors, milking. Standing beside my wife at the bar, I noticed a hand was running its way up the back of Ana’s thigh and underneath her skirt. I looked to see the owner of the hand and saw it was a young black guy.I did not say any word, just waiting to see what he would do…I was also interested to see what Anita’s reaction would be when she would notice that this was not an accidental touch and it was not me touching her. Now this black hand was completely under the skirt and it seemed to me that the guy had. ?Sere brown hills lined the horizon in the distance. So unlike the Ohio countryside she'd left weeks before. ???? It had taken months of badgering lettersbut finally her husband, Lieutenant-Colonel Randall McKellenof the 9th Cavalry, had relented and told her she could come out andjoin him. Friends and relatives had tried to dissuade her. The desert regionswhere New Mexico, Arizonaand Old Mexico met were still too dangerous, they said. But she and Randall hadbeen married for barely three years.