You moved closer to me as we ate. I could feel your warm body so very close and it gave me peace for I could feel your love touch me in such a wonderf...l way. Our hands found each others and this added to our physical communication. After dinner, we covered ourselves with a blanket and settled down for the 12 hour flight. You laid your head on my shoulder and I put my arm around you. I kissed your hair and it smelled so nice from the shampoo. You moved closer and laid a leg over my lap. My hands. “Why wouldn’t I be?”“Because you love me.”“Which is why I’m happy that you’re happy.”“You’re sure about that?”“Yes. Are you trying to tell me in a round-about way that you have second thoughts?”“No. I just don’t want to mess up what you and I have.”“If Kristin isn’t messing things up, I don’t see how Glenda could be messing things up.”“I guess I’m just a bit confused about our way forward.”“Hand-in-hand,” I replied. “Together.”“Is it that simple?” Clarissa asked, snuggling closer.“Isn’t it? Or. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the warmth, the wetness, as her crotch came to life. An itching, tickling sensation emanated from deep inside her pussy and seemed to spread downward, right to her cuntlips where they brushed against her panties. She palmed her burning cunt, undulating, her hips. Then she slipped her hand into her panties and wriggled a finger into her dripping cunthole.Before long the book was tossed aside and she was flat on her back, her eyes tightly closed and her. Since dueling was perfectly legal in Texas at this time, it sounded like justifiable homicide to me. No man with any self respect could let such a statement slide. The other man was holding a pistol in his hand, so I had to agree that the shooter was not guilty of any crime.By now, the other man had died, so I sent the swamper to fetch the undertaker. I said to the shooter, “Go ahead and take what you want from the dead man. The undertaker will keep the rest. Mr. Johnson (the bartender), is.