”“You’re kidding.” I responded without even thinking.“No I’m not.” She replied as she began pumping her pussy up and down my shaft. “...t was quite a bit of work to get you to cum the first time,” she said as she sat up so she could put her full weight down on my now rock hard cock. “But after the first one the next two were a bit easier.”“You made me cum in you three times while I was passed out?” I stammered, not knowing any of what she was talking about.“Yea,” she answered as she began. The two women were torn up about the murder, but they assumed that it had been Indians, probably Comanches, who had murdered the man and had ridden off for some reason.Anyway, the next day, a man rode into the yard and announced that he was Jacob Smith and he knew that Martha's husband was dead. He announced that he was taking her for his wife and Ann for his daughter. The two women were too naïve to know what to do, so they let Smith move in. (I could understand why Smith would want Martha,. "I pushed the mouth guard into place, not too roughly, but without any of the tenderness I always showed even at my most dominant with any of my other sexual partners. Once it was in, I forced Nilwint's jaws apart, until there was sufficient clearance, and locked the wedge into place."Suck me," I told her, and pushed my erection into her mouth.Nilwint had to be in considerable discomfort, from the strain of being bound so tightly, to the friction against the wooden table, and the awkward angle. She often thought of him as she'd seen him when her mother dressed his wound, shirtless and handsome. That made her wonder if her mother thought he was handsome too. She must, to kiss him like that in the dark.And that made Becky wonder what it would be like to kiss him herself. That caused a surge of emotion inside her that demanded to be expressed somehow."I saw you," she blurted.He turned his head. "What?" Last night. I saw you. I saw what you and Mamma were doing."She said it triumphantly,.