Irene was still shuddering against the wall when Sam dipped his head between her legs.  She held her breath for a moment, almost dropping her skirt over Sam's head.  Funny as that was, she rather enjoyed looking at him.<br/><br/>"Just so you understand, you fuck anyone but me from here on out, there will be hell to pay, Mr. Markham."  She grinned then, staring back into his eyes.  "And, it was just a tease for what you were doing...alone."<br/><br/>Irene stepped out of her drawers and pulled up the rest of her skirt to drape it over one arm while she went into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean herself up.  "Your cajones should be the size of watermelons, Sam.  I mean...where are you getting all this?" she asked, wiping cum from her inner thighs as it seeped slowly out of her.  Mostly dry, she returned to the room and picked up her drawers, squatting for fear Sam might see her bending over as invitation and they had things to do...  Didn't they?  She tried to remember his list.  Making love had been a prominent part.  But...oh!  His horse.<br/><br/>"We can go down and see to your horse, Sam.  I ride but I don't have a horse.  I lost him, too.  Beautiful chestnut with flaxen mane and tail tips.  He didn't seem real, like fire.  I called him Wildfire.  But, I made sure someone good got him...letting him loose near their homestead when I saw the way things were going.  It was freedom to ride, Sam.  Flying over the ground..."  She sighed in memory and then smiled as she tied the drawstring of her drawers once more.