I was leaking enough sperm to populate the entire female population of Glendale. Problem was... I couldn't get the babes to 'tap my copious supply'. M... 'wet-dreams' were literally 'fucking fantastic'. In my dreams, all the cute girls were hot for my young ass. I conjured any movie star I wanted, 'Especially Marilyn Monroe and Martha Heyer (oh God, I loved fucking Martha). They came to me all the time begging me to take off their cloths and fuck their hot sexy bodies. And I never refused giving. Yes, they were talking. And observing things other than each other's eyes. I heard Charlie tell Mary that he was on the track team.After the charcoal had been going for about ten minutes, the old John came back."Jillian, get that flea bitten animal off your belly, take Wanda and Mary in with you and bring the food and plates out here." Yes, Daddy. And he's not flea bitten."They were out shortly with a box that had four dozen frozen hamburger patties, a couple of family size bags of hamburger. “Fuck me,” she whispered.Damn!“Gladly,” I replied.She stepped over to where I was still seated, as I scooted my chair back from the edge of the table. She proceeded to toss one leg over me as she settled on to my lap, facing me. I could feel the warmth of her womanhood as it settled on to my lap. She placed her hands on to my shoulders and peered straight into my eyes, as she slowly gyrated her hips on my lap.“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered as she peered straight into my. The pack of horses galloped right through the camp, tearing up our tents, scattering the men and carefully avoiding the fire. I saw two of the tied-down prisoners tumbled over in the melee and hoped they were not hurt. Jim was hanging his head, still tied to the tree, but looking as if he had been killed. I grabbed the first Tory I came to and bashed him face first into a tree. He dropped like a sack of flour, but he had no weapon so I ran on, sure I could get my hands on a musket.I stepped on.