Maggie – Part 2 – The Cattleman
Maggie sat upright in bed. Her body was soaked in sweat. Sure it was hot sleeping in their trailer’s tiny bedroom, in the heat of early June, but it was more than the heat. She lifted her old nightshirt and felt at her crotch. It was drenched in her juices. She was embarrassed and shocked at her feelings over what had happened in the barn last Saturday, yet she still dreamed of it. For her to have felt so much pleasure, enjoy it so much, just wasn’t right. She had snapped out of her dream just as she was ready to scream out again, both from orgasmic ecstasy and disbelief in what she was feeling. Emmitt had lured her to the barn again and this time he’d been on top, pounding away, and she loved …