.. from a distance, it looks a little as if we captured her in the middle of swimming the breaststroke. Most importantly, her swollen tits are hanging...freely and easily within your reach as you lie under her on a futon bed titled upward enough for your mouth to easily suck her nipples. You and I use this frame regularly, and have worked out the bugs so it is comfortable, even for long sessions.As I had hoped, you have taken the time to explain this to her, answer her questions, and get her in. I rapidly got into a rhythm that Betty quickly matched with her own reciprocal hip thrusts. Her perky globes were bouncing with each subsequent thrust. She held on to them, squeezing them. “Oooh yeah,” Betty called out as I pummeled her. “Oh gaaawd! Betty remarked. “Fuck me!” I couldn’t hold back. “I’m going to explode!” I exclaimed. “Do it!” Betty demanded. Neither of us could hold back. Both of us climaxed at the same time, Betty’s body stiffening in response to the feel of my cum shooting. There hadn't even been the smallest squeak of a protest or hint of how she really felt during the entire experience. She had been a willing participant.A third person view of her ass sticking out from the curtain and him pounding his cock into her asshole flashed into her mind. Just thinking about it caused the bile to rise in her throat. She barely made it to the bathroom in time. After emptying her stomach, she collapsed with her head on the toilet rim.Her voice echoed in the porcelain bowl. "You can sleep out here or in the house; don't matter to me. You're a soldier, ain't you, Continental?"I nodded in the dark and then said, "Yes." They might be back, you know," she said."Awful cold tonight." I turned up my collar."They got cocks for brains," she said with a small laugh.I had my pistol in the back of my belt and my rifle in my hand. I went back and got my musket and followed her to the small house. She fed me, corn mush and fat pork, some cider and good bread. I watched her get.