I half expected it to cause my last breath to pass my lips. Instead, a sense of smooth well-being swept over me and I had an urge to take another shot...for good measure. Of course, I didn’t do it because I was still only desperate and not crazy like some of those renegade Indians jumping the so-called reservation to murder and mutilate the mostly defenseless settlers out on the open range.I shoved the hankies into the coals of the burning wood fire in the heating stove in the corner and watched. .I could feel every bulging vein of his throbbing cock as it slid in and out ..his hands wrapped around my tits squeezing them hard as exctasy took him ..As my pussy got used to his cock I could feel and orgasm growing as his thrusts became harder and faster then a release like I had never felt before my body collapsed on to the counter top I could feel myself squirting my cum but his cock had filled me so tight that my juices struggled to leave my cunt ..but soon I could feel them running down. Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it disappeared in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire. Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after. It wasn’t as large as many of the restaurants in the area, but Dexter assured her that the service was excellent, and the food was great. Janet glanced around wondering how Dexter had discovered it. This wasn’t the kind of place he normally visited. He usually went to steak places, but she imagined he would get tired of having steaks seven nights a week.Lowering the menu so that she could look at Dexter, Janet asked, “What’s good, here?”“Everything,” Dexter answered. “I’ve never been.