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"Like what you see, sugar?"

"Oh, yeah. It's perfect. No, you're perfect." She ran her tongue down the blue vein which ran along the back of his cock.

“I wonder...do my blowjobs measure up to the other girls’?"

“I think I need a repeat performance to jog my memory.”

“I suppose you've had a lot of women in your bed.”

“I don’t want to make you jealous, but there’s been a few.”

“I want to this to be the best blowjob you have ever had.” She gave his balls a playful squeeze. “If it isn't, I'll let you teach me to do it the right way."

“Experience is the best teacher,” he said as she lowered her head, nearly swallowing the length of him in her mouth. She thrilled in the moment, savoring his taste, and the texture of his skin. He grew Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.

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harder within the soft confines of her mouth. She pushed against his inner thighs spreading his legs wider.

She pulled back to speak, “Can I be the teacher’s pet? I think I am going to need lots of extra practice to get this right.”

“Angela, you’re killing me.” His breath drew in sharply. “If you get any better at this, there won't be a man who will say no to you.”

She kissed the tip of his cock then licked off the drop of cum pooling around his slit. “Mmm. I don’t want you to say no to me.”

“Lord, help me. I want to come inside of you.”

“Don’t hold back. Right now, I need this.” Did the raw needy sound come from her mouth?

She sucked eagerly, and he moaned, his fingers twining through her hair, massaging her scalp. He held her to him as he came in her mouth. Thick bursts of cum slid down her throat and filled her mouth.

She swallowed as much of the salty liquid as she could and let the rest dribble out the corners of her mouth.

She pulled back from him to speak, cupping his balls in her hand.

“How'd I do?”

“Darlin’, if you need to ask, you may just need a little more practice.” He stood up, kicking off his pants as he did.

“Is that so, cowboy?” she asked.

“Rightly so, ma’am.” In one fell swoop, he picked her up, slung her over his should in the fireman style and headed to her bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him and dumped her on the bed unceremoniously.

“I hope you can keep up, cowboy.” She laughed and held her arms out in invitation.

He crawled over her body, positioning himself atop her. “As long as I’m still breathing, I’m at your service.”

With the pressure between her legs building in intensity, she eagerly rubbed herself against him, wrapping her legs around his buttocks to hold his wet cock against her slick folds.

“Less talking.”

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He stopped and stared into her almond-shaped eyes, “Then what do you want?”

She begged, “More fucking.”

He plunged into her with one swift thrust sinking up to his balls in her heat. Jesse was damn proud of his cock and endurance. Making love with Angela was going to put every inch of his penis to the test.

Endurance was another question. She left him breathless. He might have to take up jogging to gain more lung capacity.

Angela's internal muscles tightened around his shaft and Jesse plunged again. Her body arched under him

Her legs dropped, her hips tipped up and when he was as deep as he could get. She wrapped her legs around him and held him tight.

In and out, his hips moved with grace. She groaned and growled, begging for more.

His balls tightened. He was going to come. "Oh, God, Angela!"

His seed left his body and Jesse trembled from head to toe. He clenched his teeth to keep from screaming, but a deep roar from somewhere deep inside him broke free.

His orgasm continued until he was sure he was turned inside out.

His arms gave out and he covered her body with his. Over and over he plunged into her until he was about to come yet again. He cried out her name as he did and fell against her body.

Exhausted and breathless he had a tough time finding the energy to roll off her. Angela protested, holding him until he lost sense of time and space.

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“Come on, y’all! It’s time for the kids to have some fun. Line up if you want to join in the dancing.”

In the spring, while the rest of Texas seemed to dry up, the Burke ranch remained lush and green. A breeze broke up the heat of the morning sun and a trio of ancient oak trees shaded the meadow. It would be perfect for showing the children some dance steps. The last thing Angela wanted was a couple of kids to drop from sunstroke.

Most the children joined the line in the center of the makeshift weed-covered dance floor. The smell of fresh cut grass would probably kick up someone’s allergies any minute, but for the moment all the children seemed to be in great spirits if their smiles and giggles were any indication.

A couple of the mothers accompanied the younger children, and even Mary Lou who was confined to a wheelchair, made it out to the group. Mary Lou’s mother wisely kept her distance but was within arm's length in case her child needed help. The woman was determined her daughter was going to grow up like any other kid, so she made sure Mary Lou participated whenever possible.

One little fellow who looked to be about four-years-old, remained seated on a bench set up for the adults. The way he had his arms folded made it clear he wasn't planning on joining the group. His mother seemed to be trying her best to get him to join the fun. No matter how much his mom begged and gestured, the little boy’s arms remained tight against his body.

Angela approached the solitary boy, smiled at his mother and leaned down to talk to him on his own level.

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“Hey, honey, don’t you want to come dance with us? I promise you'll have loads of fun.”

He frowned, his cute little nose wrinkled up indignantly. “I don’t wanna.”

“How come? You know all the other kids."

“Real cowboys don’t dance.”

"Oh." Now she got it.

Someone in this little guy’s life had given him the bright idea dancing wasn’t manly. Probably his daddy or grandpa. No surprise there. Most young men refused to admit they would like to learn to dance. It wasn’t macho. They wanted to do manly things like grunting and tackling each other, tossing a baseball—anything but dancing.

Boys and men wanted to grow up to be cool like football players or cowboys.

But most men didn’t realize what they were missing. When a woman was taken out for a night of dancing, it made her feel pretty and adored. Not to mention how sexy some dances could be. If more men realized how aroused women got dancing, they'd all take lessons.

Men and their stereotypical chauvinistic attitude didn't do her industry any favors.

There was a shortage of male dancers. Dance groups were always looking for male ballerinas and frequently had to resort to renting a male dancer for feature performances. Too bad men were so dense. It was a great way to earn money. A good male dancer could earn over five hundred dollars an hour.

“Really? I don't think I've ever heard anyone say cowboys don't dance." Jesse's familiar voice set her heart to thumping as if she'd been running for miles.

“Yeah, well I have,” the little boy answered.

“Well, I’m a cowboy.” Jesse flicked his Stetson, and adjusted his brown leather belt with the huge buckle he’d earned riding the worst bull in the ring, Foo Manchu. His stance seemed to be daring the little guy to question his manhood.

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“I know you! You’re Jesse Burke. My daddy says you’re one of the best bull riders in the state of Texas.”

“Your daddy's right. I am the best, and I have the buckles to prove it. But, I never turn down a dance with a lady. It’s a heck of a lot more fun than ridin’ a bull any day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot of fun,” then he winked and whispered in a low voice meant only to be heard by the child, “and it impresses the girls.”

“Girls? Ewwww.” The boy wrinkled his nose.

Angela suppressed a giggle. “You’ll change your mind about girls when you're a little older.”

“No way, lady. Girls got cooties.”

“No, they don’t, and dancing is something every good cowboy should know how to do, just like riding. You can’t always fake your way through it. So it’s best to learn how.” Jesse held out his hand to the young fellow.

"My name's Ramsey," the child said before reaching out and wrapping his much smaller fingers around Jesse’s index finger.

“Okay. I’ll give it a try, but I don’t have to like it.”

Angela smiled. Jesse was so gentle with Ramsey. He'd make a great dad some day. Angela's smile faded when she realized she'd never have Jesse's child. Jesse wasn’t going to marry her.

He was going to marry Lydia.

Angela realized she was the one who hadn't asked for anything more than sex, and sex was what she'd gotten. Great sex. But, just sex none the less.

Too bad the sex had messed up her heart. Now she wanted more—she wanted everything. Jesse. Jesse, heart and soul, body and mind—she wanted it all. She'd never get what she wanted because he would never give it.

Admit it girl, you're in it for the fun. Might as well enjoy the little time left. Soon Jesse would be getting married.

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Bad enough she was sleeping with an engaged man, but she drew the line at married men. Jesse would have to find his diversion somewhere else.

The thought of him with another woman broke her heart. Nothing would be the same once she said goodbye to Jesse.

She swallowed hard and tramped down her emotion. Time to get to the task at hand. The kids were getting restless. Dancing would take her mind off her love life and the mess she’d made of everything.

Angela turned on the portable boom box and tuned it to a local station. Shania Twain’s voice filled the air with the words to one of Angela's favorite songs, “Man, I feel Like a Woman.” The song had a few slow places, but the tempo would work for beginners.

“I thought I would teach some square dancing, but line dancing can be just as fun. Let’s start with the Cowboy Boogie.” Angela demonstrated the dance, calling out the moves as she made them. She raised her boots high even though no one could hear the beat of her stomping feet in the grass, “Step to your right three times, cross over at your ankles, then come back. Clap your hands, walk forward three steps and then back. Simple right? Can you all do it with me next time?”

“Step to your right…” She led the class through a familiar routine, trying not to look at Jesse. She didn’t want to think about him or what he'd done to her heart and mind. She hadn’t stopped thinking of him since the first time they made love in her dance studio. Every day was filled with forbidden temptations and daydreams. The thoughts came at the strangest times and weren’t helping her teach her dance classes.

All she wanted to do was pull him into her arms and take him into her body. Ah, the dance of love. It was so easy to picture them together in a room full of scented candles, a large bed and low music, dancing, touching, rubbing against other until they were wild and wet, and then they would fall on her bed and make passionate love through the night.

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“I have something I’d like to show you.” Jesse finally managed to get Angela alone, tucking her arm under his and walked her to the barn, away from the party.

“Oh?” Angela pretended indifference, but her body betrayed her.

Her belly tightened and her vaginal walls cramped. Could he possibly be taking her to a hidden corner to fuck her brains out? Lord, she hoped so. Being near him in the field had her on the edge of losing it.

She wanted him desperately. She couldn’t get enough of him. Her body ached to be filled by him. Her nipples swelled and tingled at the mere thought of him. She’d gotten some pretty searching stares from men when she came walked down the street. In hopes of discouraging any unwanted attention, she’d taken to wearing a large, colorful shirt over her tee shirt and jeans and yet the men eyed her up and down with a gleam in their eyes. They couldn't possibly know she was suffering from being in a constant state of arousal.

The huge, weathered barn loomed above them looking the same as it had since they played there as children. The three of them, Angela, Beau, and Jesse, had spent many happy hours hanging around in the loft.

The guys had grown into men and headed off to college, leaving her behind.

Inside the barn it was hot and humid. The dirt floor and the straw beds in the pens filled the air with earthy scents only a true cowboy could appreciate. Angela’s nose twitched. Horses.

Her eyes stung for a moment before she began to get accustomed to the shadows. The outside of the barn looked the same, but inside it had been modernized with skylights and electricity. Her eyes soon adjusted to the low light, and she wasn’t surprised to see each stall housed a horse. Their tack and leads neatly displayed in front of the pens.

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