I assumed "the position" and as she fully lubed the dildo and my ass, I felt ready. As she started to enter, it was difficult. It was tight, and mildl... painful. As the head popped in it was better, and as she began to slowly ease if farther in, the discomfort became significant and I asked her to stop. She said it was barely past the head, and that if big boy didn't get into her any further than that he'd be pretty sad. I told her to work it back and forth a little and it did deepen slightly. ”“Not alone, you won’t!” Clara declared tersely, giving me the evil eye as she spoke. “You’re no better off than any of the men in this community, regardless of how good you were before joining Quantum. It’s been three years since we arrived here. You’re older and while not out of shape, you are out of training. If there is someone like Blackmore roaming about, then you’ll be taking someone with you when you go to back you up, and I don’t want any arguments about it.”I didn’t reply. I didn’t. Eventually, out of her bag she pulled a small pack of baby wipes and opened the plastic sticker on top. Then rolling again onto her back she lifted her knees up and placed her two hands onto her shins. This gave Peter the most intimate view he had yet had of her. With her top half on the rug and her bottom half tantalisingly close to him, he could see her widely spread pussy. Her legs being so far back and spread tosuch an extent made her lips spread so he could see her clearly. His eyes. He had a face wound that was hard to even look at, the bullet evidently went in his cheek and came out his mouth taking a mess of teeth with it. The Old Wagonmaster, as some called him, had fought the Indians and the French, and somehow had survived 500 lashes on his back for striking a British officer. I never saw the old man's back, but folks that knew say the scars were still there, left from the time of Braddock's campaign. I still shook thinking of the dozen blows I got from a bull whip.