Her orgasm rose again, her hands beating on the sofa seat on each side of her.Soon her clasping vaginal muscles twitching and gripping his length took...him over the crest of his own wave and he came in his turn, setting her off again. He sank to his knees and continued gently to thrust in and out of her satiated sex. She sighed and simpered as she enjoyed the soft sensations his cock was giving her. She pulled him towards her and craned her neck to kiss him, so gently and lovingly.The stress on. The wild cows for the most part ignored her. A few moved off when they spotted her but most just kept on grazing. When Kola finally reached the point we'd picked out for her to begin her kill, she paused for a second and then rose and drew her bow and arrow. With a faint twang that carried back to where I was watching and waiting, the arrow sped away from her and struck her target. It wasn't an instant kill but it was fatal. The cow let out a moo of alarm and tried to stagger away. It didn't. "Yes honey, what can I do for you?" Can I come in?"She opened the door wider and he walked into the room. "I thought you had gone to your room to clean up before dinner." She said. At six-two and 175 he stood three inches taller than her five-eleven.He smiled and reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, across her shoulder and then down over her sweat stained breast. "I had the impression that maybe you wanted me to come here instead."He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit. She met a guy, then another guy, then her husband. She had k**s, built a life, drifted off. I did the same - a career, a different sense of authority and self. We connected years later over Facebook, of all places. Our correspondence was light and flirtatious and full of substance, twenty years of catching up. I learned the names of her c***dren, the details of her divorce, her plans to start a new business. I told her how I had picked up a little gray, dressed more professionally, was no.