We’d been on the couch for about twenty minutes, and Ashleigh said we both needed to freshen up in the shower, but separate.“We need to talk befor...e we do anything,” she stated with a chuckle. “I’ll go first. You know how to pull up Netflix. Go ahead and watch something while I shower. I might be a while,” she winked at the end.“Yes, ma’am,” I said slowly. As she walked off, I stared at her ass as long as I could before she shut the door behind her. I passed the time by watching Netflix,. Then, they stood up and joined me in looking around. Joan was gone. Our horses were gone. The entire area looked like a very hot fire had burned through. I looked over up the creek bed and saw half a horse. I could see a lump on top of the little ridge which I guessed might be the rest of it. I didn't want to look any closer. The stench of death was all around us."There's nothing we can do here. We're leaving. Go that way." I said and pointed southwards down the path of the creek bed. That was. No man can, so I fuck around on him. I'm careful and he doesn't know, but I do and it makes me feel guilty. To ease the guilt or to make up for giving away what's his I only fuck men who can help him in some way. I know it is a rationalization thing, but it helps me live with being an unfaithful slut. So the question is, are you in any position that can provide a benefit for my husband? If you are I'll fuck you, if you aren't I wont." My" he said, "You are certainly straight forward aren't. " or "No it hurts" as I slackened the lock nut and carefully eased it anticlockwise.I had to slacken the lower joint to take the upward or was it inward pressure off her but then the weight of the Deprivator adaptor and shaft all tore at the rivets jammed cruelly into he vaginal lining, She sobbed despite biting her lip as she bravely tried to retain composure.I had to do it incrementally, six turns of the shaft, equalling a quarter inch then move the lower shaft back a quarter inch then move.