My girlfriend was rambling on about something, I had no idea what and my attention was totally preoccupied on watching my friend’s wife as she walke...d in front of us. She was wearing a half shirt and some really short shorts where just the smallest part of her ass was showing. You know in those videos on MTV, where they focus in on the girl’s ass while she is walking? It was just like that; everything went in slow motion her ass just swinging so seductively back and forth hypnotically. I finally. She smoked early, she drank early, I guessed she was having sex early too, but I didn't see boys around her. She and her female friends had always been into horses, but not in a prissy, horse show kind of way..they were learning from a neighbor, a woman who I was sure was gay, to organize and drive Norwegian draft horses, to pull logs from the woods with sleds and horse teams...One day I expected to see her come home chewing tobacco, but she spared me that.That is where the story of Colie, my. It was cold but not freezing. It felt invigorating.I rubbed my body all over, bathing in the clean water. When that was done, I dunked my head underwater and ran my fingers through it, then sat up, using the palms of my hands to clean the water off my face.I got up and ran back to the cave. By the time I got there, I was dry.I checked Bev and Dad. Both were pretty much as I left them. Dad didn't seem quite as gray as he had before we went to bed.I put the water on and waited for it to boil.. He itched at his nose. “Thing is, I reckon you’re too far gone now to do a fuckin’ thing about it.”It took me a moment to remember what he was talking about - the conversation before my orgasm seemed years ago. I tried to close my mouth, to at least stop limply dribbling into his hot tub like brainless trash, but I was too weak to move.Jimmy pushed he cock against me harder, the fabric covered head pushing ever so slightly into my hole. My fuckhole, I thought. It was a fuckhole because I wanted.