She tried to explain the niceties of hockey to me; I tried to enlighten her on football. We could talk all night about every subject under the sun or ...it in silence and drink a half-dozen beers and be perfectly happy either way.I could watch her work all night, loved the way she bent over to grab a beer from the cooler, loved the subtle curves of her body beneath her baggy golf shirt. As time went by I found myself just waiting for those opportunities when she'd brush past me; and hoped like a. I looked straight in her eyes and said your eyes your eye brows your smile your long hair your lips your neck your all beautiful she said oh my my god seems like you really liked me anyways thanks dear.I just pulled her hands and got her close to me and planted a kiss on her cheek she just smiled with shyness. I pulled her back and hugged her tight this time not letting her go. She finally resisted closed her eyes and I started smooching her we went on and on and on deep intense smooching I. To her mind he appeared to be being slightly more thorough than was absolutely necessary, but if she was honest she wasn’t complaining.He now had his eyes closed as he moved his hands once more down over his abs. This time instead of moving them back up his torso he slid them down inside his waistband. Sonia let out an involuntary gasp as she watched his hands disappear down the front of his shorts. It was obvious from the movements beneath the material that he was playing with himself, and. Before I could explore that, there was a thundering of hooves and the big black stallion came galloping towards us. He didn't hold back this time and put on his normal display. He stopped, reared up and pivoted on his rear legs while his front hooves slashed the air.His antics had the desired effect on Brenda, as I felt and heard her giggling in my arms."Now I've found a bigger show-off than you, Sean. Mordew! You look as beautiful as ever," she called to the horse.I was reading Big-Black's.