Mark Landmann was walking along the bridle path in the summer sunshine, lost in thought and totally oblivious to the glorious scenery surrounding him in the Dancingdean Forest.
He wasn’t even aware how long he’d been walking such was the burden he was carrying.
“Hello Mr Landmann” a voice said bringing him back to the present and he looked round to see Dawn Redman trotting past and giving him a cheeky smile.
“Hello Dawn” he said as she trotted off down the path on her horse, her pert little bottom bouncing on the saddle, rhythmically rising and falling in synchrony with the beast below her and he instantly pictured her cute little arse naked, her cheeks quivering as they bouncing up and down as she rose and fell on his cock and her perfect little tits bounced along with them.
But this was not an imagining of an old letch ogling a fit young woman, the images in his head were of a remembrance of a bitter betrayal.
And the knowledge of his betrayal was the guilty burden he had carried with him into the woods.
The guilt of a husband’s infidelity, but not just that, his wife was terminally ill, so he had cheated on a dying woman and to make matters worse, Dawn was her palliative care nurse.
But the thing he felt so guilty about was because he enjoyed it so much and when he was inside her he felt really alive and he wanted that feeling again, and again.
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