"That was all the invitation I needed. Her juices dripped off my chin as I quickly mounted her. I grabbed her thighs, spread them as wide as they'd go... and pushed my cock into her all the way to the hilt. She sucked in her breath as my balls bounced off her buttocks, but she quickly regained her composure, and locked her ankles behind my back, pulling me further into her wet warm pussy. I pushed in and out of her at an increasing pace. She moaned loudly as spasms of pleasure washed over her. ‘I feel much better now that your here with me.’ She closed her eyes and slipped off into a contented sleep, safe and comforted in his arms. Chapter 3 She woke up the next morning, ….finding him missing she became panicked. As she jumped from the bed she headed for a cold shower to help relieve her fears. Quickly she relieves herself and jumps into the shower. Looking out the frosty glass she sees a shadow figure near the door. ‘Is that you Hon?’ She called out. ‘Yep, sweetie, How you feeling. Well shoot! I got off track ... Essentially a good 'herd' needs both studs and mares if you're considering horses as your model. I'm still working through the significance of the foundation stud and just how his ability to 'service' many mares makes him more valuable than mares without which the herd dies. Both are important. I just keep coming back to the basic feeling that we should value women more like a brood bitch in a kennel than the way we do. A good brood bitch is worth more than a. I had given him a bit of company. He gave me permission to camp. Seemed a fair trade to me.The officer went back to her car. I could see that she had a partner inside. She was gone for about 5 minutes, when I heard a knock again. This time she came inside, along with her partner."You must be a magician," she said, and I tensed."What do you mean?" I asked."I just got off the radio with dispatch. They called Uncle Hank, and he confirms your story. He has never given permission before!" Uncle.