There was a nice bridge across the river and some flatboats were ferrying small wagons across the slow moving water. We decided to use the ferries bec...use the bridge appeared too lightly constructed for our heavy Conestoga’s.I was in the last wagon with the two Mormon wives and my new best friend Josie. She played with my cock up on the front seat with the Mormon wives watching with great interest. They were not inclined to such sexual expressions of attachment, but I could tell that the. She typed in the code into the cabinet to release the electric lock, reaching in for the wipes. At the same time, she felt her breast start to itch. Light at first, then quickly maddening the way all itches become. She reached up her left hand to scratch-And nearly moaned in pleasure. The second her fingers touched her breast, the nipple hardened to the point of near pain, a wash of heat flowing through her body. Her hand gently squeezed the orb, her fingers full of her ripe flesh. She felt a. The sensual tone of her voice and honest words caught me off guard, I blushed to collect my thoughts. "Well"? she replied. "I know you want me, I sensed it the moment our eyes met". What could I say, it was as if she knew me before today. Our conversation took a fast turn for the erotic when she began to unvail her confessions I only imagined or saw in the movies. She expressed how she loved the feeling of another woman's lips gently kissing her. How deeply passionate a womans lovemaking paled. And thinking. Was Mary really thinking about me when she called my name? I was pretty sure the answer was yes but even if that was true what could I do about it? I couldn't confront her because if it was just a masturbation fantasy that she was fucking me and I tried anything with her I would be in the brig before the afternoon sunset. Still, the sight of this beautiful mature woman laying naked on her bed and calling my name was something that left me with a hard on that needed some attention..