Bed full or empty? She wanted it full. Full of Bobby Higginbotham.She grinned as her mind went a bit further: Full of the Hermit of Scarecrow Valley.H...r head rolled for no apparent reason, and her eyes saw the fuzzy blot of something on her nightstand, something she didn’t recognize. She rolled over and reached for it. Her fingers found the little foil packet her mother had given her, and she picked it up to bring close to her eyes as she rolled back onto her back.She had been sick on the day. Ariel stood by Lady's head, petting her and talking softly to the horse while Jack saddled Cajun and tied the basket to the saddle.He helped Ariel up onto the saddle, adjusting the stirrups for her, his hand lingering lovingly on her thigh as she leaned down and kissed him. He broke the kiss, gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, handed her the reins and walked to Cajun and mounted up. They rode out down the trail and went home, riding side by side when the trails were wide enough so they could hold. My mind filled with hot images of Cathy eating pussy or fucking a hot babe with a strap-on. These thoughts always led to a hard-on with me spewing cum all over the sheets of my bed. But I digress.As our conversation continued, I felt the urge to share the truth about myself. I had even fibbed to her about some of my relationships earlier in our friendship out of fear of her figuring out that I was a closet bi guy. Yep, to me, bobbing my head up and down on a rigid cock seems like a good way to. In the dog-house,on the couch.I took off the shoes... washed off the makeup... and lowered theponytail... My clothes and closet were upstairs. So I raided the dirty-clothes hamper in the downstairs laundry room. A pair of dirty shortsand a shirt were produced... I buried the pink dress at the bottom ofthe laundry pile.I sat on the couch, watching TV and dreading the night. The musiccontinued for hours... Ace of Base followed on the stereo upstairs ?another "when I'm angry" classic of hers...I'm.