loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
When it was late at night and Maria took George to bed, after they consummated their love again, when they laid in their room with the open windows, she stroked Thomas' head listening to the acts of Meachum. She would frown but remained quiet. When Thomas finished she nodded.
"If I can help in any way, my love, let me know." She would then kiss his lips and down his stomach to the spot where she knew she could make him forget all of his worries. Jamie had kept herself healthy and fit during her pregnancy. After her pregnancy there was not much to improve on. Sure, she kept Ben wa balls in her pussy until it firmed up again. The only thing that was different was her breasts. They were still perky and lactating, even though George had been weaned since he began to grow teeth.
Jamie loved Arizona. She loved the natives. But there was one who always seemed to find her especially on rides. She one day took a ride out on her horse riding hard and fast just for the joy of the wind. Today she wore a low hanging white cotton blouse. Her hair tucked up under a cowboy hat. If not for her breasts and shape, she could be mistook as a cowboy. That was when she saw the native that had been watching her she stopped.
Would he follow me? She wondered quietly. She knew of the river and lead her horse there to drink. Slowly she began to take off her clothes and boots leaving her cowboy hat on. Moving forward, she sank into the water and sighed. Turning around, she raised so her full breasts were visible and flicked her hat to shore and floated in the river on her back teasing the boy with her body.
"If I can help in any way, my love, let me know." She would then kiss his lips and down his stomach to the spot where she knew she could make him forget all of his worries. Jamie had kept herself healthy and fit during her pregnancy. After her pregnancy there was not much to improve on. Sure, she kept Ben wa balls in her pussy until it firmed up again. The only thing that was different was her breasts. They were still perky and lactating, even though George had been weaned since he began to grow teeth.
Jamie loved Arizona. She loved the natives. But there was one who always seemed to find her especially on rides. She one day took a ride out on her horse riding hard and fast just for the joy of the wind. Today she wore a low hanging white cotton blouse. Her hair tucked up under a cowboy hat. If not for her breasts and shape, she could be mistook as a cowboy. That was when she saw the native that had been watching her she stopped.
Would he follow me? She wondered quietly. She knew of the river and lead her horse there to drink. Slowly she began to take off her clothes and boots leaving her cowboy hat on. Moving forward, she sank into the water and sighed. Turning around, she raised so her full breasts were visible and flicked her hat to shore and floated in the river on her back teasing the boy with her body.