Better all the time.The river was bringing stuff downstream. Gordy said:"strange and several noisesOf roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, An... more diversity of sounds, all horrible, " More Shakespeare?" asked Weena."The Tempest," he responded.I got up on my horse, saying "I know that play:I'll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And deeper than did ever plummet soundI'll drown my book." Charlie, you amaze me." Hey, Gordy. I may be a dumb Texan, but I c'n read, and when. He had two good arms and one good leg and he had no trouble getting comfortable, and Mariella slept in his arms: it was only when it came to 'doing his duty', so to speak, that they had anything other than a normal relationship. They knew from his first night home from being away at war that he still functioned as a man should; it was just in the execution of certain intimacies that he had lacked confidence, and with his leg injures then still relatively fresh, neither of them was overly. She was wearing jeans but still I checked out my sister’s legs and wondered how it would feel to be cradled between her thighs. I wasn’t thinking of seducing my sister, but what the hell, she has a pussy and just then even hers would keep me happy for a few minutes. The cart topped a small hill and I pulled up to a stop next to the 1st tee. We sat in the warm night air and drank more beer. Wendy’s cell chirped, she grabbed it out her ass pocket, “Dad?” She sat straight, looked around and said. She had many orgasms as I fucked her and her juices made their way out of her pussy through the sides and along the shaft of my cock which was buried deep inside her womb.As the time progressed, our fucking intensified and soon we were going at each other at a furious pace. Her tight cunt walls were sucking my cock every time I pushed in. She was using her pussy muscles to bring me to the point of cumming and relaxing so that I lasted longer. After a while, I increased the pace of my fucking.