I hadn’t seen him in town, but Molly told me, “That head guard out at the mining claim has been meeting here with Varner.”John Wesley Harmon.“...Well, Varner hired him.”“I know. It’s just that he gives me the creeps. Those droopy eyes. But he’s not sleepy. I know it’s silly, Flint, but he reminds me of a cat. All smooth-moving and slinky. But a feral cat.”It was now a routine, a habit, with Cayuse and me. As we’d done in Little River, we rode out of town two or three days a week and practiced up. .. We made immediate eye contact; seeing as that we were the only two people there, like it’d been weird if we didn’t acknowledge one another... She smiled at me demurely and nodded and I smiled back.Sitting down a couple tables away from me, she pulled out a phone from the purse she’d placed on the table, and cradled the device, bowed her head to it and began to play a mobile game.Annoyingly, though, she wasn’t using earphones, and it was loud, the game. Obnoxious, repetitious techno music. I licked, sucked, and tickled that beautiful pink piece of flesh and I did it good while listening to those familiar words coming out of Cyn's mouth. "Aaaaaaaah! Shit! Fuck! That tongue feels so fucking good. So fucking good in my pussy. Hmmmmmmmm. Holy shit. Hmmmmmmmmm. I'm gonna cum. Oh, shit I'm gonna cum." Her cum shot out all over me and she. I found the brandy and helped myself to a large one before pouring out two more and taking them upstairs. At first, I could hear nothing, but then I heard a low moan and followed it into a bedroom where my wife lay on her back still fully clothed but with her legs over her boss's shoulders. Her panties were pulled to one side and his mouth was clamped limpet-like onto her pussy.I stood there, feeling really stupid as she moaned and writhed beneath him. Suddenly, she saw me and told him to turn.