But she did have some inhibitions. I attempted to make HER cum…but each time we got close…she would stop me….almost in a panic. It seems her ex ...usband would get upset at her when that would occur…due to the “mess’ it made. He had been an abusive person, and had mistreated her in so many ways. The more I was around her, the more scars I could see. I just kept telling her that I knew what would happen if we kept going, and it didn’t bother me, that I liked it and it actually was a turn on for. He left the stables without another word and walked back to the cabin.It was more than an hour later when Shyland knocked for him, dressed in a new shirt and jeans, boots hurriedly cleaned, belt buckle gleaming. He smelt faintly of hay, but mostly of well washed fabric and saddle soap. Which was all he had found to polish his boots with. Logan had showered, but even clean he smelt of horses, denim, leather, sheep and pony nuts. It was ingrained into his skin, his personality. Shyland smiled. I tounge fucked her until she went limp. Her legs fell to the sides of my neck and laid uselessy on my shoulders. She had stopped slapping me and her hands were trying to grip the pillow but there was no streangth left in them.I raised my pussy-juice slicked face from between her thighs and looked up along her body. Her stomach was rising and falling like she had just ran a race. Her little nipples were so hard they looked like the small,round end of a chopstick. One convulsion after another. Finally I could jerk off. I jerked and came on the bed. After that I stayed naked because I found it really nice just being nude all the time. I went into the bathroom and I noticed that there was a glory hole in the wall for guys to stick their cocks into the bathroom and get it fucked or sucked. I didn’t care, no one probably ever used it I thought. I showered and then dried myself off. As I was drying myself off I noticed a motion at the glory hole. Somebody put their penis through it. I.