I explained that this was actually my home town, but the motel was the only “home” I had to go to. When I told Sherri about my wife unceremoniousl... dumping me after 25-plus years of marriage, albeit not truly happy ones, it was her turn to reach for and hold my hand.“I’m so sorry, Jerry! But, I hope you’re dating again, by now?” she said.“Oh no, I’m not. I haven’t felt ready for that step. But maybe, at some point.”Sherri squeezed my hand hard. “Well, I’m sure better days are ahead for both of. I arch my back and push up at my lover as I feel my cunt throbbing and clenching his giant cock as it tries to milk the sperm out. It succeeds as he goes over the top with a gasping groan, shoves his swollen prong deep inside me as it spasms and a huge spurt of sperm and semen issue forth, flooding my cunt, filling my womb and causing me to pass out from the intensity of my orgasm. His cock keeps spurting again and again, each one giving me a fresh load of baby-making sperm which is delivered. The leaders of the group saw me and started shooting while riding as fast as their horses could move down the valley toward me. I didn't have time to count the Comanches between the valley walls, but a quick glance made it look like everybody had arrived. If I didn't know better, I would swear that there were a thousand Indians all trying to shoot little old me.I was returning their fire. Hell, what else could I do? The Comanches were milling around on their horses occasionally taking a shot at. Susan settled next to the window and pulled out a book to read as soon as they were airborne. She wore a soft, light sweat suit with a three-quarter zip closure on the top. Peter was comfortable in chinos and a sport shirt.When the snack service began, Peter looked up from his e-reader to glance at Susan. She had pulled her zipper down to the point where the slopes of her breasts were visible. She looked over at him just as the flight attendant handed her a bottle of water. She smiled and.