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Click hereI asked for a small bowl and Miracle's baby spoon. It was time to get my daughter hooked on the box potatoes. As I spoon fed her, she really seemed to enjoy them, especially with gravy. She waved her little arms and cooed happily. Shavonda left the table and came back with my Nikon, firing off several quick pictures. It was a fitting end to the day's adventures.
After dinner, I downloaded the day's photos to the laptop, and showed the rest of the family. Brittany's eyes lit up when she saw the ponies. "Maybe next summer we'll take you there to see them," I said. "But it is a long walk, longer than the one we took yesterday. We'll have to take some shorter hikes to get you ready for the big one." Brittany agreed excitedly, and I knew next time we visited the ponies she and Ethan would be with us.
Being exhausted from our trek, we put the kids to bed, then took a quick shower before turning in ourselves. While we both enjoyed the soapy feel of each other's bodies, we were too tired to take things further. Afterward, I lotioned her in the room, paying special attention to her gorgeous feet and legs. I knew they were sore. How could they not be? We'd walked over ten miles and climbed over 2000 feet. That was a strenuous day for anybody, but especially for us because we hadn't been on regular hikes lately. Next year, we'd have to condition ourselves and the kids for the big hike. Amazingly, Shavonda hadn't said a word about her aches and pains other than to remark how tired she was. She had a faraway look in her eyes that told me she was still on that mountaintop, watching the horses graze.
Lying naked in the bed, she snuggled up against me, her delectable booty rubbing against me sensually. My arm was thrown over her, cupping her breast. This was how I'd always dreamed it would be, now it was reality for us. Contented, we were soon fast asleep.
TO be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 4 years agoCalling people out on Facebook is so immature. I can’t stand it when people make their personal grievances public.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoEach story gets better than before, the relationship Jason and von have is so special
bwwm4mealmost 7 years agoAuthor@fawnsage
Kenny and Edie's story is still in the works. I wasn't satisfied with the first chapter so it is undergoing a rewrite.
@ barneng.
Most of this story has been based on places I've been and things I've done, though the situations are not exact. For example, I've been to Mount Rogers to witness the ponies several times, and the scenes described are from memory. My queen would have loved to see those ponies, she loves animals. Unfortunately, she has fibromyalgia and cannot withstand the long strenuous hike to go see them. So, in this story, she gets to see them. The storm is based upon one of my experiences here, when a bad thunderstorm blew in while we were exposed at high altitude. We sought shelter in a small grove of trees in a depression in the rocks, pitching a tent and spending the night. Unfortunately, the rain didn't let up so by morning half the tent was underwater. Already soaked, we hiked out to the road in a downpour, only to have the sun come out when we got there.
