" She stammered. She cursed herself for not having thought of the fact that he would have to go into her room to pick her clothes out.He probably thin...s I"m some kind of sex fiend," she whimpered. "What son would have anything to do with such a depraved mother? Oh God I'm going to lose him... just like his father... " She began to sob."Mom? Mom are you ok? John had been waiting for her to get out of the shower. He'd been in her room lots of times, but she'd never known that. He knew she would. Early the following morning it became obvious that the horses would have to remain where they were for at least two more nights. We would need time to dig all the holes required for the pen posts and the watering hole before fence construction could even begin.Horse pen construction on the second and third day however, went much faster than the first time we had built it. Primarily because all the wood was pre-cut, and we now had the horses to help move materials.Three days later the pen was. Pat made it, he had to use the winch on the front of the truck one place.When he was back Crystal cried. Pat told her he had taken the chance so they could be alone together.The snow quit falling the next day, there was a total of twelve inches. Pat and Crystal were snow bound for ten days. Those were wonderful days and nights.When the Power came on Pat and Crystal went to the office to see if there was any damage. A pipe had frozen and burst in the shop and Pat cut off the valve to it. The. Nor were they so small that they faded into obscurity when she lay on her back. She liked hard, deep stimulation sometimes; but more often she preferred the teasing, gentle caresses that were more his style. As to practically yanking her nipples off ... Well, he'd have to get used to that someday.Lying beside her, leaning over her, he let his hand whisper across her body—downwards, towards her legs, over the smoothness of her abdomen and the slight dip around her navel. Her muscles rippled as.