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upward, to wisp around her lovely face.
    He’d often thought that she reminded him of a devious
combination of a Renoir voluptuous maiden and daVinci’s Head of a
Woman—only with tanned skin that he loved to touch, because she
kept it so soft. Her high cheekbones angled down toward sweet, soft
lips that kissed him so right. Her hands, feminine and graceful,
were cupped around the glass much as she would grasp him. Her tummy
was a little round, her hips curved, full thighs and strong tapered
calves that led to arched feet with lovely toes that he’d felt curl
against him countless times. She had a soft rear that he loved to
dig his fingers into.
    The one particular feature that would never cease to
amaze him—her breasts. The neckline of her gown revealed the inner
curves. Big enough to fill his strong hands just right, the peaks
of which were now perked to enjoy the movement of the soft cloth
against them in the breeze. Watching her was sheer pleasure. Laurel
MacClain was beautiful.
    A rather buxom contradiction of moments of sheer
beauty, potty mouth when she was mad, bold washer-woman hustle when
needed, wild horses-style reckless abandon when it suited her, sage
redneck wisdom, abundant love, and often insatiable lust for him,
she was as unique and incredible as they came. He savored every
moment, even when she was a pain in the ass.
    Jahn poured a cup of coffee and moved out of the
shadow of the door. “Hope the neighbors aren’t watching,” he called
out.
    “Ummm,” she sighed. “I don’t care if they are,” she
breathed softly into the wind.
    “I’m sure enjoying the view though.” She smiled wide
at his side note and turned to him, putting her hand on the swell
of her hip in mock contention.
    “You fix the fence yet?” she demanded.
    “Yes, dear,” he chuckled knowing full well why she
had asked.
    “Good! I’m sick of chasing cows after dark,” she
complained leaning toward the door as if incensed, grinning all the
while.
    “You didn’t seem to mind too much—being up late—after
dark with me,” he said matter-of-factly while sipping his coffee.
She giggled and pulled her head to her shoulder feigning a
schoolgirl shy smile, her eyes never leaving him. She hadn’t really minded and she tiptoed in the door to prove it. When
her eyes adjusted to the shadows, she could see the wide grin he
sported underneath his dusty cap matched her own. The chores could
wait.
    As she moved toward him, Jahn worshiped her body with
his eyes noting again, how perfect Laurel’s breasts were. Rounded,
large enough, sitting just right on her chest with soft, light
brown-pink nipples the perfect size that always perked to meet his
touch. As he had done much of their life together, he reached to
caress her through the thin gown to welcome her advances. The only
other thing she would wear at night was one of his old t-shirts or
her own silky skin. She sighed at his touch as he hefted their
fullness to admire them, first one side, then the other, in his
hand, through the thin fabric. She’d nursed three babies and she
could still turn heads— amazing . Only God could have made her
so perfectly for him. Perfect by design.
    He set his coffee cup on the table and slid his
strong arms under hers, drawing her close. She reached up to pull
him closer weaving her fingers in the gold-streaked, brown locks at
the base of his neck. She liked his hair a little long. He kneaded
the soft flesh of her buttocks eliciting a moan from her. Pulling
back to continue her game, she headed toward the sink to place her
glass in it. Rinsing it out, she piddled in the sink.
    “Doesn’t look like rain to me,” she teased.
    “I think it’s gonna pour half the day,” he corrected
her in a playful drawl. When she moved off, he slapped her square
on the bottom, and she scampered toward their bedroom with him not
far behind.
    Laurel threw herself playfully into the center of
their giant plush bed. Spreading her arms open wide she