I stayed with them through the nights. Mama made me a bag like hers with pouches filled with dried herbs for Christmas. Father gave me a ...nife. He said every man should have his own knife. March 1897 Father is going to take me on a camping trip this week. He had to argue with Mama to get his way, but she gave in when he pointed out that we couldn't gather any herbs for a few more weeks anyway. I think that he wants to get me toughened up and to be more . " She began moaning louder and louder. "Oh yes, oh! God, yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder." As I began picking up the pace, fucking her harder and deeper, she put her fingers on my back pulling me to her lips and kissing me. "Oh god yes, I'm going to cum." I quickly pulled all the way out of her for a second then forcefully slamming it back home. This was too much for her; she dug her nails deeply into my back breaking the skin, as she came to her third orgasm of the night.When her orgasm subsided. It had been a while, but he never did completely get over that forthright attitude of hers. But, he did as she said. He knew, from hindsight, that sometimes it was just easier to give her what she wanted, and not to offer some alternative. Trent checked his mirrors, signaled and then pulled away from the curb. After a short, but uncomfortable silence, he tried again. ‘How’s your day?’ ‘Hows’s my day?’ ‘Actually, it’s only eleven o’clock. How’s your day been so far?’ ‘Okay. Hunh. Well. Let’s see. " And we both chuckled a little at her choice of breaking the built-up tension. She laughed and said "This is my old bedroom, with all my junk still on the walls, and the bedspread Gram gave me when I was twelve." She giggled and went on, "so you get to sleep in my bed, I guess, but without me in it..." she almost pouted."As it should be, sweetie. I can live with that for now," I said, "after all, you know I kind of made the same promise you told me about, and it still stands. When we're both.