“Now you Jacque, is there something special I can do for you?”“You are a very exciting woman, sit on the chair and I will stand. A blow job is a...ways better standing,” he tells me as lightly scratch his balls before I take his erection between my lips and he slides at least three-inches into my mouth“Pinch my nipples like you did before and scratch my arse cheeks, the harder the better.I alternate by doing just as he asked.“Pleasure and pain, harder on my arse, much harder. Make some scratch. “That’s right,” she smiled feeling the cold winter breeze on her body. He handed her the large bag and was about to leave. “Just a moment, come in, I have a tip for you.”She led the way to the waiting group, the boy looking at her artificial leg more than her exposed ass. Jessica sat on a chair and opened her pose to show her bare pussy.“This is for you,” she said handing him a five-dollar bill. “And so is this.”She put her hand to his crotch and pulled down the zipper on his jeans. She. I called out, "Widow Thompson, it is Josh Huston. Please do not shoot me." Thank the Lord, Mr. Huston. I do not know how much longer I could have held out. Those creatures from Hell were going to take everything from me. I guess that they would have killed me before they left, but I ain't sure of that. Anyway, thank you for taking care of them for me. This here Mississippi Rifle ain't much use in this kind of a fight."She walked out on the veranda and said, "Let me fix you some dinner. It ain't. This was the sixth night since Black had left in search of a healer. She was part looking forward to seeing him any moment and part terrified by the mere thought of him not showing up. She missed him achingly. His first night away she had spent making a crib for their future first child. She knew that no matter how sure she felt, she couldn’t know that she was pregnant. But, even if she weren’t yet, she would be eventually, so a crib was a good thing to have. While making a crib, her mind had.