He was just like any proud father. He and Eleanor had built The Dead Man’s Pearl from the prairie, up. He had once come across a man’s body lying ...ut in the prairie. There wasn’t much left of him but his clothes and his bones. He was wearing a coat so maybe he’d frozen to death. Maybe He and some Indians, or even his companions had had some disagreement and settled it the hard way. Leander didn’t know. He’d hoped to find some way to identify the man, or contact his family, but instead he found. We both huffed and puffed our breathing. I felt the start of an orgasm in my pussy. I looked down and his boner was huge as he broke to go to the bathroom. Eric….…..Damn…that hallway touching got me horny. I had to go and put cold water on my boner to make it go down. Now to plan to feel her more.…..The next event was in my garage. I was under the hood when I felt hands feeling my butt. I assumed it was the wife and said: “That’s private property lady.” I didn’t even look up. Next I hear: “I’m. Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone.I've had MANY requests (OK more like demands and threats) to write a follow-up to the flash tale "Anatomy of an Affair", so here goes. Also while this saga is in story form, the attribution of this fable had a lot of "help" from the same place as Anatomy of an Affair.We all know that about half of marriages end in divorce, but not a single one of us ever thinks it will. Could I do it quietly? Would he hear – come looking? The blend of fear, excitement and physical pain and pleasure twisted into a complicated burst of elation as I made myself come. I screamed-out silently as I fought to contain the mixture of intense feelings. It seemed to go on forever, each orgasmic wave firing ecstasy in my throbbing clit before a delicious echo of agony followed as my pussy tightened around the enormous dildo. Only gradually did the waves subside and I was left with a deep.