I pushed my horse into a run because that was the home of the Widow Thompson.As I came into sight of the farmhouse, I saw four White men riding around...and shooting the place up. There was an occasional musket shot from the house, but I was pretty sure that the men were just toying with the woman who would have been hard pressed to defend herself against a serious attack.I had gotten into the habit of carrying both of my sawed-off shotguns slung from my saddle horn, so I drew one of them and. It was just fifty extra minutes of free time after lunch. Through a random chance draw, I was assigned Wednesday as my extended lunch break. When school resumed, everything got back to normal rather quickly. Same old faces, same old teachers. Not much ever really changed that much around there. I went out of my way to find and say hello to my buddy Mr. G. I couldn’t ever mention anything to him about seeing him that day when my friends and I drove out. I think I did actually start to imagine. My wife sat upand said "Marla, a good girl does not tease her man, take care ofBrad". When she said that, Brad slipped off his jeans and underwear toreveal a nice thick 8 inch cock with nice sized balls. He sat back downon the couch and ordered me on my knees in front of him. I kneeled infront of him, and started to lick his cock all over, taking time to payproper attention to his nut sac. When I could see the first little dropof pre-cum, I slipped the head into my mouth and swirled my. "Oh fuck." Mike said. "Oh god it hurts but it feels amazing." Your ass is so tight baby, you feel so good." Jake replied. Jake began to pull out slowly, then lightly pushed back in, drawing the breath out of Mike. Again he pulled out, then back in, and he noticed that Mike began pushing back against him. They began to work into a rhythm. Mike felt almost light headed, it felt even better than he had imagined. He thought of Tara for a moment, glad that she had pushed him into this.As Jake kept.