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 bounced 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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