Sam Jamison and I had the biggest two ranches anywhere near and Jenna was getting up around marrying age. I guess my looks were as good as any man's a...d I was damned sure the only boy her age who was able to keep her up in the style she'd become accustomed to. Hell, she was raised to it.When I rode home it was with a hard dick and my mother and sisters weren't slow to notice. I gave them two good goings over and of course they figured out what had my motor running. As far as they were concerned. When I settled down she tried again, licking the tip of my penis softly. The warmth of her tongue slipped through the tip and traveled along my chest up to my head. I was in heaven.She began to lick steadily now, intermingling long strokes with soft flicks, all against the very tip of my penis. The shocks of pleasure traveled through me over and over again. My chest was pounding. I couldn’t take my more.“Please…stop…” I begged. “I can’t take much more of this. I’m gonna lose it.”She stopped.. Then she put on red lace teddy and black heels. She swallowed the rest of her drink and stepped through the door. “Nathan,” she purred as she strode towards him.“Damn, baby,” he straightened his spine and went wide-eyed. He stood and walked to her. He pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. She tasted of honey and nectar. He whispered, “Let’s go to my room.” He led the svelte woman to his bed and eased her onto it. “Wow!”“Thank you,” she pursed her lips.Nathan unbuttoned his shirt. The scent still lingering in his memory, the music floating away as the fog lifted from him. His body ached as he pulled himself from the sweat soaked sheets. He flipped the bathroom light switch, light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought clarity to his mind. The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became ever stronger to him. Like a painting that you see every day, her.