I think we connected. She liked the kind of stories I wrote involving her and I actually liked the ones she wrote too. They were raunchy and wild and ...hey took me back to time of sexual abandon.Would we ever meet up? probably not! There was a small thing called the Atlantic Ocean in between us and a good few miles of land after that. That’s nothing, I hear you say, when we have air travel. Of course you’re right as well. But being married, happily married at that, is more than a barrier to air. I chose the young Stallion, Annie took the Roan, and Sarah mounted the Pinto. As we were sitting on the ponies they moved on tethers' about 25' from the well. As the ponies slowly pranced around the well, the tether brought them closer to the center. Each rounding of the well took us from 25' to 15' then 10', 5', then finally, in an instant as each pony was right next to the well, and in one magical moment each of us was lifted from the saddles, and sent spiraling down the well. It happened so. You're going to take it all the way," I said demandingly and pulled her head closer again. This time I felt the thrilling sensation as her throat closed around my knob and she gagged louder. I waited, enjoying the spasms that her gagging transmitted to the sensitive tip of my tool. I let her back away slightly and then slowly I hauled her head in closer. She gagged again but, centimeter by centimeter I progressed deeper into what I suspected was a virgin throat. And then suddenly her throat. “Yes, I think that’s good. I’ll help you as much as you need me to. I goofed and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”“What do I do now?” she asked softly.“Well, I would hope you would talk to Joyce sooner rather than later.”“I can’t. Not right now.”“OK. I suppose it’s a bad idea to go to Don Joseph’s house tomorrow, then.”“You could go,” she said.“No. If you aren’t working or in church, then I want to be with you,” I said. “Don Joseph will understand. I can always stop in for an hour or so.