It wasn't that I didn't love her, but it was a quiet, unassuming love, not the blinding passionate type that Hollywood seems to dwell on. I felt comfo...table with her, she felt like my soul mate, and when she eventually had the courage (and good sense) to walk out on me, I fell apart.Mum was my saviour. I had to sell up everything I had to pay divorce proceedings and business debts, and she immediately insisted that I stay with her. I had very little options. Having my own room was a lot more. ...I mean...I never told you...nobody knows....I was thrown from Rowdy several years ago, and messed up pretty bad...I can't have babies...I can't get pregnant....its...ok" That started a very long summer. We fucked every where, every day, but mostly in the barn....she loved getting it bent over in Rowdys stall next to him. We actually fucked on him once, and again while riding him in a pasture on her uncles farm. Jenny cut a hole in a pair of her shorts, and bent over in front of me on. We brought them out and counted each one, then strung them here and there about the rooms. Oh the emotion and passions, raw unfiltered releases that we conjured among these walls.Our time was not careful time, our time seemed not as time at all. Then alas, when the room was not an echo chamber for your cries, it was host to our bodies, lying motionless there, unable to speak for it. The strange shatter of what we had made each other's bodies do. Never before have I vibrated outward from within. I walked with him into the shed where the men had already positioned the female horse. I watched as Hernandez led him to the open end of the enclosure and he began to get agitated, rearing and pawing the air until he was allowed enough rope that he could mount the mare. My clit was throbbing and I had to squeeze my thighs together as I watched his cock waving in the air as it straightened stiffly, all the while thinking what it would feel like inside me. He mounted her and was hunching his.