Susie gulped the last of Paul's piss down, and then - as she lifted her mouth from his wet prick - got one last surprise, this a shot of his creamy, sweet cum onto her lips and tongue, a single blast she caught like a dollop of honey and ran over her teeth. Paul leaned down to her face and kissed her, savoring his cream and his gold with her innermost fluids, a taste that made the both of them shudder and hug tightly.

They sat there for long minutes in each other's snuggling arms, only able to say "I love you" to each other softly, so worn out were they from their intense erotic play...

Fucking King would have to wait for another night, and that would be a night real soon, but for now the two needed rest. And one thing was for sure: As soon as she got home, the first thing Susie Hansen was going to do with her life was pack her bags!

And move all her things to the White Rose Stables, right into the same bedroom with her new boyfriend. She smiled at the thought as she and Paul got up and begain to dress to go back to the house.

To *their* house. No, she thought - their *home*.

And he's not my boyfriend, she smiled.

He's my ** man **!

When the sun rose the next day, Susie's mom walked in to her bedroom and found it empty. Within moments, she was on the phone to the McGregor ranch. "Hello," said a lilting voice on the other end of the McGregor phone, this one in the master bedroom upstairs.

"Good morning, this is Mrs. Hansen, is my daughter there," the older woman said breathlessly.

"Yes I *am*, Mom, and I'm *fine*, you don't have to *check* on me like I'm a little girl or something *anymore*," said Susie, doing her best to keep from cracking up. She was wearing one of Paul's white terrycloth robes, rubbing a towel briskly through her luscious and freshly showered hair when the phone rang.

"What time did you get there, young lady," her mother said in a slightly outraged tone. "Well before sunrise, because I had some work that needed to be done here and I did not want it to wait," said the new woman. "I wasn't getting much sleep because it was on my mind, and I figured I'd be of more good here working than home trying to sleep. Are you satisfied? It's not like I got out a miniskirt, put on makeup and a tube top and went to stand on a *streetcorner* or something." Susie delivered this line with as straight a face as possible and then held the receiver a good foot away from her ear, moving the phone away from here as fast as she could, to avoid the shock and painful piercing of the expected oncoming, near-hysterical scream.

"SUSIE HANSEN!", her mother screeched. "Don't you DARE talk to me like that, young lady. I'm *still* your mother, do you understand?"

Paul by now had walked into the room, his own hair in a towel and his own body in a white terrycloth robe that matched Susie's. He reached for the phone and took it from Susie's hand, his presence momentarily startling her - she did not even notice he was there until his body touched hers - until she turned and wrapped her arms around his strong, manly form, her face snuggling into his chest.

I wonder what Mom would have thought of us about 90 minutes ago, Susie thought quietly. That's when the two had awoke and started the day in Paul's specially constructed shower, spending a good 40 minutes in the steamy, piping hot water cleaning and cuddling and sucking and fucking each other before moving over to the nearby sauna for another 30 minutes of crotch munching and fingering. They ended their morning play with another few minutes in the shower, this time showering each other's hair with Paul giving Susie one more dose of what he called playfully his "secret internal creme rinse" - another blast of his hot and thick cum in Susie's quivering snatch, which he then licked out of his woman as she leaned back against the shower wall trembling with the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Hi, Mrs. Hansen, this is Paul McGregor, you don't *ever* have to worry about your daughter because I could never have found anyone more dedicated and devoted to this place if I *tried*," he said with a smile on his face and calm in his voice. The angry woman on the other end quickly changed her tune once she heard the gentleman speak to her.

"Ohhh," said the startled Hansen matriarch. She flustered quickly and then tried to speak in a relative similarity of intelligent and lucid conversation. "Well, I..I jus...just...was concerned..."

Susie quickly snatched the phone. "You mean you were just *nosy*, Mom, I know you by now," she said into the receiver in a mix of anger and deadpan boredom before giving it back to a near hysterical Paul, who quickly regained his bearings when he saw the tightlipped look on his lady. She loosened her face long enough to reach up and peck his lips with a smile, then resumed rubbing out her hair. He quickly spoke into the phone.

"Mrs. Hansen, would you and your husband please join me and your daughter for dinner here, tonight?" Paul's question startled Susie in an instant; she stopped rubbing her hair and pulled the towel over her shoulders in a flash, her eyes going wide in astonishment and her mouth as wide in shock. "I do make a very good chicken and rice dish I'd like the two of you and your daughter to share with me - I really hate to eat alone." This last line he said with a knowing smile to Susie, who was now snuggling with him again.

Susie's mom agreed, saying she'd let her husband know of the change in plans for that night. Paul said his goodbyes and offered the phone to Susie, but she had already dropped to her knees to begin nursing on her new boyfriend's raging cock. The receiver went off with a loud click at about the same time Susie held Paul's thick penis upright and lowered her entire throat down the length of his skinshaft.

The dinner went wonderfully that night, Paul proving to be an excellent host and conversationalist, surprising the Hansens with his stories and thoughts and ideas, especially his effusiveness and heart felt gratitude over meeting Susie. In a moment of quiet pause, Susie's father stepped over to Paul, a second that made Paul flinch inside with a wonder of whether or not he had scared these people.

"My friend, you seem to be who my daughter has been looking for," the older man said with a smile, holding out his hand in friendship. "Please understand that she's all we got..." his voice trailing off as an unexpected tear came to his eye, an emotion that took Paul aback.

"Just take care of our baby," Susie's father said before the tears overtook him and he smiled. Paul nodded with a broad smile of his own and shook her father's hand. In the kitchen, Susie and her mother were embracing at that same moment, after the talk they had which convinced the older woman her child's, her daughter's, her baby *woman's* place was here with this man.

As his fiancee, and his wife.

And, after her mom and dad went home, as Paul's bed partner.

Her parents agreed to help her and Paul pack her things first thing in the morning so she could move in with her boyfriend, so happy were they for her that they cared less what the town would think. Paul had already made up his mind on a gift for his new lady...

...but that night was taken up by King finally getting his cock into his mystery mare, as Paul laid underneath her and licked her cunt while Susie filled her mouth with his cock. And just in case they ever forgot how to get into that position again, Paul had set up his video camera in just the right spot...

It had been an amazing passage of events since that special dusk.

Now the sun was shining, a Saturday in the blazing autumn.

Susie McGregor saw the now-glowing sunrise and stirred, a contented smile broadening on her radiantly womanlike face. She slowly lifted the covers off of her form, noticing that Paul was gone - he said he would be up very early to do some work in and on the barns - and she stretched her arms away from her sides and chest, feeling the blood in her work out the morning stiffness. The nearby clock showed 7:59 a.m.

She wore a light blue, almost airy full-length nightgown, a diphanous material that would have vanished in the right light, leaving the unsuspecting gazer to believe she was naked. The satin-soft fabric rested against her skin like a cooling cover, so good against her body - which now was holding two lives inside.

She was now approaching the start of her ninth month, the ending of her solitary life as a female and the beginning of that road only women can say they have chosen to travel. She bounded slightly on the bed and then glided upward with an agility that even surprised her, so big was she by now. Her parents were transformed by the news of their impending grandchild, from boring housebound creatures to a pair of fussing and loving birds that almost seemed relieved to be getting a second chance to watch a child grow up before them. For Paul, the fact he was to be a father - he insisted the real word was "daddy" - had finished his transformation to liberation, the responsibility about to rest on him giving him a confidence and peace he never dreamed of in his lonesome past.

How quickly things had moved, she thought. Since that January night they had romping in the paddock, it had taken Paul only five months to propose to her, which he did during a short trip they took to Europe to celebrate the start of summer. How romantic it was to be standing on top of the Eiffel Tower and hear him ask her for the honor of being her husband, instead of him asking her to be his wife...

Susie moved from the bed toward the east side of the bedroom, seeking the rising sun's light. She approached the sliding glass doors and, taking the large oak handle in her hand, parted them and stepped outside onto the wooden deck, which overlooked the almost endless meadows of the stable. She moved slowly across the deck, the fresh air falling on her skin like a blanket of calm and contentment.

Her belly reached the railing before the rest of her did. She looked down at herself and smiled ever brighter, her right hand lazily raising to touch the top of this baby-filled tummy. Inside her was Paul's first child, which tests had shown to be a son. They already had a name for him, Brandon Francis McGregor, but just in case the tests were a little off, Brenda Francine McGregor was at the ready.

She thought back for a minute to the first breakfast when she met and served Paul, when he came in the diner. Many was the time they had been back to enjoy those yummy meals, but now they were not only the best patrons of the place - they also owned it! More rays of the sun shone through the clouds, and Susie raised her head and closed her eyes to take in more and more of that loving warmth from above.

She could not have written a script better than this: A man who loved and cared for her, loved the same things she did and in the same way (although the baby had slowed down their play with the horses, it only served to increase their own horseplay), and now was with her and in her life, and she in his, for the rest of their days.

She looked down and opened her eyes to gaze at the distant meadow, fenced around its edges so that the horses that ran within it were safe from their own curiosity and protected from outside harm. She saw a motion from the right corner of her eye and glanced, and then smiled her largest smile of the morning, as she saw King and a colt - *his* son - galloping over the wild green carpet for all they were worth.

At that moment, she twitched with a start as Brandon flexed his own muscles and legs inside her. She bent down to look at herself and her crowning achievement, a tear of joy coming to her eye as she moved her hand into her gown to touch her tummy directly.

She thought back to the night in February when Sasha foaled King's first colt, and the fun she had as the little, spindly legged wonder blinked his eyes and rose up for the first time. Paul moved over to hug his young wife, whom he had married just before Christmas in a small, bright, loving ceremony in front of the Christmas tree in their house - a tree they had decorated with ornaments, light tinsel, loving candles and the most distinctive feature, white roses - and got the surprise of his life on, of all days, Valentine's Day as she spoke gently and lovingly to him.

"That's not the only foal that's going to be born here this year," she said, turning to him with a soft smile and a glow in her eyes that all but telegraphed the meaning to her husband. Paul saw the look and slowly took her in her arms, his eyes filling with happy tears...

From behind her, Paul bent close and slipped his loving, manly hand and arm atop hers, his left arm coming around to hand his beloved Susie a single, fully-blooming white rose he had taken from one of the bushes that stood its silent welcome at the entrance to their home and stable, the flower from which their land and hearth took its name. He had seen her on the deck when he had stepped inside, and moved over to her so slowly and softly she had not heard his footsteps, so engrossed and happy was her attention.

The aroma of the posy filled her nostrils and made her swoon back slowly against her husband, her pregnant body filling his arms in a perfect fit. She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered the loving feel of his steaming tongue on her cunt the night before, as he licked her throbbing swollen babygate and gave her such a shuddering cum it was a wonder she didn't break her water with her quaking.

Paul nuzzled Susie's beautiful mane, which had become a blazing red and had thickened sumptuously due to her pregnancy, and kissed his wife's glowing, mother-filled cheeks, savoring that skin texture that blesses every woman making and having a baby. Their lips met, and their breaths tried every way possible to communicate their love for each other, a love first manifested by their horses and now secured for the rest of their lives by their budding family. Susie had told Paul she wanted to have at least two kids and was surprised when Paul said "why stop there if we like them?" She decided at that moment to have as many babies as her body and his willpower would allow, and to make sure they never went without in the most important area, the love and the trust of their parents.

They slowly parted their kiss. "I love you," they said at the same moment, so quietly to each other the very breeze drowned out the hearing of anyone else that would've been more than a foot away.

Susie smiled widely. "Morning, daddy," she said gently and caringly, her tummy now brushing up against her husband's front. Paul smiled and said nothing, but slowly bent forward and, parting his darling's nightgown, kissed the top of her bulging belly softly.

Susie felt the first of several tears of love and joy roll from her eyes; Paul saw them as he raised up, and flicked his tongue out to lick them from her cheeks. As Susie regained her composure, Paul smiled at her. "I can't believe how lucky a man I am, to have a wonderful woman like you in my life and *as* my life," he said, a tear in his own eye.

Susie raised up as best she could and, with her own tongue, licked the tear from his eyelid. She drew back and wrapped her arms around his firm and loving neck. "Believe it," she smiled, cuddling forward to him. "I've got the proof in me, don't I?" She said that last line with a broad smile, momentarily backing up to show off her tummy once more before snuggling against him again, this time much tighter.

Paul smiled back, caressed her hair and glanced at the meadow, seeing King and the colt they'd named Prince. The full name of the colt was APrinceOfAKing, but Prince was good enough. As they looked at the stirring sight in the field, they both had the same thought: Of a day in their oncoming future, when they - on King and Sasha - took Prince in between them and let their Brandon enjoy for himself what had brought them together, and him ultimately here.

As they stood watching, the sun finally parted the clouds. Morning was here, and the weather was such to inspire horses to whinny and run.