Like face the fact that he wasn't my boyfriend and he didn't owe me a damned thing. That part was winning, but it wanted to spoil my mood too."I gotta... go water the garden." The Boz turned away and walked to the end of the porch, intending to just piss over the railing, I guess."Hey! Don't piss on the rose bushes!" Josh yelled at him and that seemed funny to me.Too funny and I realized the two beers I'd downed quickly had gone right to my head. I wasn't a lightweight like John, but being just a. It meandered down the slope of a ridgein easy switchbacks until it came to a small stream at the bottom of along valley. As we crossed the bridge over the stream, I felt...odd. Ifelt as if I was being studied; not in a piercing or distant way, butin almost a loving way, turned and coddled in a mother's arms that justwanted to find the source of my pain and make it better. As thefeeling faded, I began to feel good for the first time in a long time,as if something was assuring me that. Now that had never happened before I can tell you. I don’t know what had got into her (apart from me of course) but I was just lovin’ it!She stood up and very quickly undressed, and jumped on top of me, pinned me down to the bed, so that my pulsating polaris docked with her slurpy silo in one swift mind blowing action, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out what probably happened next. She rode me like the devil possessed, until I could hold out no longer, and jetted my second load. I reach around and unbutton your jacket and slide it off your shoulders and then I tell you to turn around. I step back and tell you to unbutton your blouse. You undo the buttons on your cuffs and then unbutton the front of your blouse. As you get to the last button you pull the blouse out of your skirt and I tell you to stop. I didn’t’ tell you to pull it out of your skirt. I open a small black bag and take out a paddle; it is short and black and has a leather strap that I slip over my.