Martha stared at Robert, desire burning in her eyes, the wetness she’d felt before began to stir once more, “I-I’m sorry, I should take more care to where I am going.” Ducking her head she licked her dry lips and moved toward the fire to start frying eggs for breakfast, certain the incompetent woman he’d married from the city would ruin it somehow. The only reason he keeps her around is the way she bounces upon his dick..she thought. A touch to her shoulder brought her back to reality.
“Are you okay Martha?” Opal asked, concern painting her features as she saw the hatred on her face as she squatted frying the eggs. Opal wasn’t sure what was going on but she didn’t like it. Jade babbled in her arms and Opal bounced her on her hip and spun around to entertain the child. “Thank you for frying the eggs Martha,” Opal said before moving back to the confines of the barn. Furious that the young girl was attempting to take over and do everything. she could have fried the eggs and let Jade sit in the hay with her bottle. Pings of jealousy were, still going off in her head from when she watched Robert touch the female.
Settling Jade in the hay with her bottle as she set the table, the rabbit hash was heating on the fire as well. Staring at the biscuits Opal thought of “accidentally” knocking them over, but being wasteful was something she couldn’t bring herself to be. Turning she smiled at her husband, he wanted her, he’d chosen her. Not Martha, Martha was here and he already knew of her. He could have had her as a wife but he didn’t. She cared for Robert deeply, he loved her, had told her several times. Yet, she couldn’t find it in her to say it back to him. Staring at Martha as she moved towards the table she looked to see where her eyes went and they were on Robert.
Martha had heard him tell the little priss he loved her and all she said was that she adored him greatly. How could he choose her? Martha had in a way always loved Robert, and when Jenna passed she took it upon herself to step up and act as his wife. She thought in her little heart he’d choose her to marry and bed. then she’d be the one in his bed bouncing on his length and moaning in ecstasy and not that little spoilt brat. Her eyes moved to Jade, the woman couldn’t even hold the child when she fed, to concerned in feeding herself and she rarely saw them play. I will convince him that I am a better wife before the preacher comes along and makes it official. “Bob, Breakfast,” she called noticing Opal’s mouth opening to say the same.
“Are you okay Martha?” Opal asked, concern painting her features as she saw the hatred on her face as she squatted frying the eggs. Opal wasn’t sure what was going on but she didn’t like it. Jade babbled in her arms and Opal bounced her on her hip and spun around to entertain the child. “Thank you for frying the eggs Martha,” Opal said before moving back to the confines of the barn. Furious that the young girl was attempting to take over and do everything. she could have fried the eggs and let Jade sit in the hay with her bottle. Pings of jealousy were, still going off in her head from when she watched Robert touch the female.
Settling Jade in the hay with her bottle as she set the table, the rabbit hash was heating on the fire as well. Staring at the biscuits Opal thought of “accidentally” knocking them over, but being wasteful was something she couldn’t bring herself to be. Turning she smiled at her husband, he wanted her, he’d chosen her. Not Martha, Martha was here and he already knew of her. He could have had her as a wife but he didn’t. She cared for Robert deeply, he loved her, had told her several times. Yet, she couldn’t find it in her to say it back to him. Staring at Martha as she moved towards the table she looked to see where her eyes went and they were on Robert.
Martha had heard him tell the little priss he loved her and all she said was that she adored him greatly. How could he choose her? Martha had in a way always loved Robert, and when Jenna passed she took it upon herself to step up and act as his wife. She thought in her little heart he’d choose her to marry and bed. then she’d be the one in his bed bouncing on his length and moaning in ecstasy and not that little spoilt brat. Her eyes moved to Jade, the woman couldn’t even hold the child when she fed, to concerned in feeding herself and she rarely saw them play. I will convince him that I am a better wife before the preacher comes along and makes it official. “Bob, Breakfast,” she called noticing Opal’s mouth opening to say the same.