Megan Markle was sitting on the steps of the porch overlooking the back yard of her big wooden house. The pensive look of a woman was directed into the distance, where, like a mirage, barely visible in a hazy mist, the snow-capped peaks of the Rocky Mountains rose. High in the blue sky, the eagle hovered, catching ascending streams of air with wide wings and tracking its prey not on the ground with keen eyes. In the midst of the foliage of fruit trees, songbirds hid, announcing the neighborhood, ringing trills. The world around, rejoiced on a clear summer morning.

But the paradise landscape has not pleased Megan for a long time. She saw him every day, throughout most of her life. Leaving this farm, now inherited from parents, only for training in a seven-year school, which was then in a nearby village, she had never gone farther than the state capital. In the days when her parents were still alive, the farm was completely lost in the backwoods. However, over the following years, in the adjoining lands, the small town Templeton grew up, which had its own school and of course the church. The mores reigned in the town, it was fully possible to call it puritanical. His whole life was spinning around this wooden church, towering in the very center. There, Miss Markle, like the rest of the neighborhood, had to go to the Sunday prayer service today. For if you do not attend church at least on Sundays, then you become an outcast and a sinner in local terms.

Megan did not like to go to church and sit there on wooden benches surrounded by blessed-fasting people, while Father Brown recited another sweet sermon. While playing the role of a shepherd, he often shot the eyes of the parishioners, including Miss Markle, on the beautiful hemispheres of the breasts. I, too, am holy! She, or rather the regularity of her visits to the temple, was on his special account. And the next time, after she, for a good reason, usually missed Sunday prayer, he approached her with the words:

- My daughter, you, last week, once again missed the sermon. Is it not time to confess your sins and return to the bosom of the church, our holy Jesus Christ?

- I do not feel sinful, answered sinful Megan.

To which the holy father, usually shook his head reproachfully. Lonely, beautiful woman, by definition, was considered a sinner. And she was really beautiful! Having taken from his mother mulatto dark skin and sensual look of black eyes, but at the same time almost completely European features, with a straight nose and narrow cheekbones from his father. Only full lips, still slightly reminded of her ancestry, making it only more attractive.

But despite the beauty, she had no luck with men. And she repeatedly convinced that they are all cattle!

Two years ago, her husband, John, with whom they lived, in general, not bad, went to the state capital for seeds for planting, but never returned. Evil tongues chatted that he escaped with one pretty actress, named Mary, to California, leaving her to fend for herself. She would like to think that he is not like that and now lies somewhere in the forest, with his head smashed by robbers. However, then she discovered that almost all of their cash savings were gone! And this is much more than was needed to buy seeds. At the bottom of the box, with a dirty sneer, lay one dollar and a few cents! The horror of the future and the feeling of disgust, paralyzed her then. Yes, God did not give them children, but he wanted them! But to do so to her? Cattle! Full beast! Let him get sick with syphilis and die in his California! The woman, recalling her former husband, struck her fist hard on the gray boards of the porch. Now, she could not even officially marry for the second time, since the last husband was still missing.Yes, and willing to settle, on the farm, despite the beauty of the hostess, was not particularly.

Another incident confirming her thoughts happened just a week ago. Interrupting how she had to suffer, and suffering from a lack of finances, Miss Markle was forced to take for harvesting an employee, named Bill, who had recently appeared in their edges. It was immediately obvious that a man, about twenty-five years old, had already had trouble with the law, was a drunkard and in this state was becoming unruly and aggressive. But there was nowhere to go, such an employee who was denied everywhere — was cheap. In addition, to check, he had at least two advantages. First, unquestioningly did the hard work. And secondly, Megan could satisfy, at any time when she wanted it. And she wanted to feel a man inside herself often, sometimes three times a day. No, she did not let him into her bed, but they had their secret places, where she without too much ceremony went on all fours, throwing the hem of her skirt on her back. Or lay down, spreading his legs. Apparently, this dork who really loved only whiskey, perceived the woman's daily fucking, as a different kind of work, doing it qualitatively. Still, she sheltered him and pays the money!

And now what? A few days ago, having received a salary, as usual in such cases, he kicked the hell out of the nearest bar, which was located in another, less Puritan town. When the police arrived, he in a drunken stupor managed to break the face of the sheriff! Now, the nine-month period in the county jail is already short. And on the nose of the harvest! Who will mow the corn? Even older blacks who lived on her farm did not have the job. With this, there is still something to be solved ... And I also asked him to lend him money for a lawyer. Blame supposedly, but does not want to go back to prison! She refused. Let him sit. Because bastard! Stupid, drunken brute! Like all men.

Or maybe not all? There are young, cute and non-drinking! Recently, a neighbor from another farm, named Jill, persuaded a soldier who had just been demobilized from the army to work on the farm for about three months in order to earn a wedding with his bride. And now he slips his daughter Jacqueline, who is only fourteen. Yes, he seems not to mind! Good bitch scrolled! And she will attach a daughter and a good worker will remain in the household. And the guy really feast for the eyes! Slanting sazhen in the shoulders, his face is also beautiful and the main thing that is not addicted to alcohol.

Where would she, Megan, take for himself such a soldier? He probably would have let her into her bed. And even cooked him breakfast. And would wash and ironed. And in general, she is still young! Only twenty eight years. In her dreams, she felt that she was gradually excited.

In order to be in time for the Sunday Mass, where the entire population of the small town and the surrounding farms were going, one had to get up and go. But she did not want to go to church at all. And the woman decided to sit in the backyard for another five minutes.

Without realizing it, she gently pushed her hand under the hem of the wide skirt and spreading her slender legs, shod cowboy boots, felt for a pea of ​​the clitoris, which from the first touch, responded with a sweet languor spilled over the crotch. At the same time, she felt like on her already slightly saggy breasts, the areola around the nipples shrivel, making them so sensitive that even a slight friction on the fabric of the shirt is given to a sweet shiver in the fleshy hemispheres. The left hand, slowly unbuttoning a couple of buttons, penetrated inside and gently at first, and painfully at the end, first pulled off the right and then left nipple, grabbing the flesh with two fingers, which made them stand up with two bars, and now stood out in relief, against the background of stretched fabric . The fingers of the right hand were already slowly sinking into the slippery zoe of the starving pussy, smearing the dull discharge, along the curls of hard black hair that surrounded her.

This is what happens if not a single man has consumed you for a week! And to hell going to church! She will be engaged in more pleasant business. Having made the final decision - to sin so sinfully - the woman settled down comfortably, began slowly self-self-satisfaction