I looked up in aroused fascination as Brian’s full length disappeared inside of me, his girth spreading my tender pedals in brutal repetition. Brian...moved forward until my hips were above my face. I spread my legs into lateral splits to give him the best angle, and let him drive into my desecrated pussy with wanton abandon. My torso flexed and my breasts smacked against my face with each thrust. My pussy ached with delectable fullness, every drive ruining the sensitive flesh inside me. Our. I cross the border into the U.S. to do my banking and collect my mail from my post office box. On the Mexican side I do most of my shopping and socialize. Guadalupe showed up for work the following Monday. She was quiet again but I don't think she was giving me the silent treatment this time. I didn't worry about it and didn't try to talk to her either. After lunch, I could tell she wanted to talk again but it was up to her to break the silence."Do you want to do anything?" You mean like last. Elizabeth and I discussed how to best soak the wheels and she told me the best way would be to back the wagon into the river for the day and bring it out at night. I left it to her and wandered over to the main fire where Claire and Louise were talking to the other women. As I approached, everyone stopped talking. Corrie came out of the group and grabbed my arm."Walk with me for a while." she said. We walked for a ways and she spoke again, "I understand you know of ways for women to defend. We get settled into our bedroom, and each take one long look at each other. You look up and down the length of my body, taking in the full view of me in my short summer dress. Its light blue, ties in back around my neck, backless(so I have to go braless), and hits about upper mid thigh on the leg. The ceiling fan keeps blowing the flimsy skirt, though, exposing a lot more including my tiny blue lace thong. You smile when that happens, and reach out a hand to put it on my leg, but I intercept.