Running was a sort of moving meditation for me, the repetitive motion helping to clear my head.Out of the thousands of scenarios that had run through ...y head, the thought that Stephanie might stand me up had never occurred to me. She had never even hinted that something might be wrong between us.Could she really read me like a book? Did she know I was on the verge of telling her I loved her?Tears clouded my vision, and I angrily wiped them away, and started running faster, pushing myself until. He could see his hands on her pale skin, could hear her curses, her cries of pain, her screams of terror. He stopped himself before he ejaculated into his fine dress pants. He wouldn’t stain his clothing that way. Leaving himself unfulfilled gave him the edge, ready and alert. He loved that moment, the second before pleasure spurted when tension was at it’s most tightly strung. He smoothed the wrinkles from his groping with a firm hand, creases were terrible in this soft wool. He liked fine. They caught up to a freight wagon pulled by oxen, something one didn't often see in Texas, though they were common over the river in Mexico. When he drew even with the driver, Ezra called out, "Mornin', mister. Kin ya pull over a little to let the stage by?" Shore kin, son. Where y'all goin'?" We're headed to Austin." Thet's a fur piece. Good luck, then." Much obliged. Good luck to ya."The stage edged past and they continued on until lunch without seeing another person on the road. After lunch,. She takes a pillow and places it against the arm of the couch and moves around, picking her legs up and leaning back on that pillow. Her robe falls away and to the floor, leaving her bare on the one side. The way she's leaning back gives me a full view of her right breast. So lovely! I want to run my hands softly over that breast, feeling her nipple hardening. My cock grows even harder at the sight!She's leaning back. What was that? Did I hear a moan from her? I shut off my music to hear more..