, the Wagon Master, Mr. Baxter did ask me. He tells me it's not safe to be traveling through this country alone." Mr. Hardin, we do hope that you will...decide to stay with us—don't we children?" she said, looking over at them.Jimmy and Sarah were to busy examining the Stranger with their eyes to even bother to acknowledge.As night drew on Frank met many of the other families traveling with the wagon train. Finding himself in such pleasant and congenial company, long before he unrolled his. At this touch I crumble, my body feels like it is made of ice, being chipped apart bit by bit. I release his hand and he grabs my hair, pulls my head back, kisses my throat long and hard. How can this man who has been with me twice know me so well? He pulls me down onto his lap, his hands moving, touching every bit of me. I don’t even notice and my skirt is off. Panties pushed to the side and he is rubbing slowly, one hand cupping my ass. Everything feels so good and altogether and I can’t. Did he have it in there, ready for us, ready for me? Looking at me across the room, he pulls the cork and it pops with a bang. He produces two glasses from the drawer beside and fills them both. The silence is interrupted when he suddenly rushes over to turn off the taps. “Bloody hell Tanya. Can’t you see it’s about to overflow?” I am still feeling stunned. How did I get into this room? How did I just blow this man who is not my husband? What am I doing here? My only response was a meek,. It was only a quick glance, but I saw enough to know for certain she'd left the bathroom without putting on panties. During my quick glance I didn't see any hair, but I didn't know if that meant I simply couldn't see the blonde hair, if she shaved/trimmed or whether she didn't grow a thick bush. I didn't care what the answer was, I'd just stolen a peak of my niece's pussy, and that turned me on more than I'd believed it could have 24-hours before.After my quick peek inside her robe, her foot.