McAlester succumbed, but the Widow, who had a girl of three or four asleep in her lap under the blanket draped over them, was awake and her eyes follo...ed me.It was full dark when the Captain and the Second Squad returned to report they killed two. That made the body count complete."We've got a captive, Captain," I said. "A squaw."The Captain was a preacher man who knew his Bible and said his prayers every day. When he wasn't riding for the State of Texas, he rode a circuit for God and John. I heard a chuckle fromunder the pillow that was hiding him away from the world while heslept and the murmured "just woken up" words.....jealous are we? Ilooked up to met his big blue eyes looking straight into mine.He had"bed hair" which with the light, made his blond hair look like he hadblond tips in it.I never realised how sexy blond tips were until theywere on him.His smile also perfect with bright white teeth anddimples in his cheeks. I was still in my daydream and then. BANG!!, ithit me. Yes, she was good in bed. Yes, she was attractive. Yes, I had started to get feelings for her, but I wasn't going back grovelling. I checked my e-mail, nothing. I thought about ringing Derek and Cath, but I didn't want them interfering. I decided that the only way I would take Sarah back into my life was if I got an unconditional apology. If I spoke to Derek or Cath they would try and wear me down to give in.I did more work on the house and made great progress toward getting the remaining two. The two furiously continued coupling, her pussy bouncing obscenely along the length of his shaft, its glistening length sheened in Anaria’s fluids of arousal. It wouldn’t be long now. Anaria could feel the buildup of pleasure in her own body. She could surely sense it in his too, in the straining manhood pulsing inside her wetness. She could hold back no longer then. Something swept her over the edge. She felt herself falling… or flying… she couldn’t tell which. Her cunt convulsed and gripped.