She pulled me in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, tentative, exploratory, but it didn't stay that way for long. My hands held her by her shoulder..., but soon strayed down to cup her gorgeous ass. She pressed her body against me.“I can feel your cock. Let me see it,” she breathed, pushing away from me. “Take your clothes off.”When I took off my last piece of clothing, my badly tented boxers, my penis stood up to greet her.“Oh my God, you are a big boy, aren't you?” she asked, her obsidian. Becky’s brow furrowed as her anger got the better of her. In the few weeks that they had been apart, the bastard had gotten married? He’d been with Becky for three goddamned years, and he’d never tried to tie the knot.She couldn’t believe that Ryan had bounced back so quickly. A new job, a new car, a new relationship. It was as if Becky had never existed at all, and she couldn’t abide being ignored. It was the one thing that drove her crazy.“So, you won’t tell him to call me, then?”“I could. He fully expected the chickens to constantly try to figure a way through or over the brush fence, but he had read of a way to crimp their flying abilities.As he sat eating his dinner and feeding Junior tidbits, he flexed tired shoulder muscles. Parts of two days cutting and dragging bushes had made new muscles sore. Odd how I think I’m past being sore, then when I do something new, here comes the soreness. Oh, well, I spent most of my time back home sitting on my ass, even on my job. I guess. "Look at the pussy Harry. Lean forward and take a deep breath and smell the heat pouring out of it. Once married Harry, pussy like mine will be a thing of the past for you. I fuck all day, everyday when I can Harry, but you will be down to twice a week in no time. Twice a week Harry; Tuesday and Friday or maybe Monday and Thursday or it could even be Thursday and Saturday, but still twice a week Harry. You will be at twice a week while I and thousands more like me are sucking cocks, taking it.