She then sarcastically said, ‘Good lord, enough. Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s bottom half before?’ They all began repeating things like, �...��Not as fine as yours, Mrs. Arnett, not as fine as yours… Mr. Arnett, your wife is so fucking hot. Oh, my God you’re hot. Mrs. Arnett, you’re so fucking hot.’ I must have always taken it for granted, but she really did look amazing sitting there with only her bikini top on. She couldn’t stop giggling, telling them ‘Do you realize I’m thirty-seven years. My hairbrush. Scott’s cock. Oh yes.But still I keep the little hunk at arm’s length. Damn these social taboos. Why can’t we just fuck whoever we want, wherever we want, how often we like and not have people judge us. I sometimes dream of a world like that where people are fucking all over the place. I would be walking to school and Mr. Johnson from number fifty four would be fucking Mrs. Johnson over the bonnet of his car before he goes to work. And that tall blonde girl from sixth year would. Her eyes were closed as she listened to my words, a smile playing across her parted lips."... Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee."There was moment of silence before Megan spoke,"That was beautiful"I found I couldn't stop from returning her smile of pleasure and happiness."I'm glad you liked it"Sitting together we talked about the cove and the countryside around us. I'm not a great conversationalist, but with Megan my words seemed to flow. I was only aware of her;. Thanking Jake, Ryan had taken his horse's lead and walked his way to the saloon. Jake watched with something akin to jealousy as Ryan tied his horse to the water trough, then pushed through the swinging doors of the inn. He had it on good authority that Ryan kept a girl there. The mere thought of it had Jake's throat closing shut. With an abrupt kick, Jake sent Midnight into a gallop back toward his cattle, his men and his home. To fucking hell with Ryan. * It was several hours later when.