I did not even get to touch my musket much less bring it into action.They looked like deserters from some militia company. Two carried Tower muskets a...d the leader, a fat man with thick eyebrows, had a horse pistol in my belly before I could say anything or do anything. His poke left a shilling-sized bruise."Gimme y'purse," he demanded, and I tossed it to him, watching for an opportunity to do something useful.He weighed it in his hand. "Good," he said. "What'chu got in the box?" He pointed. They soon boarded the bus, the lad sitting next to her on a near empty bus asking if he was in trouble, which she later told me she had said “no” and added that “she had been flattered, in a strange sort of way” which quietened him till they got home. At home it was a case of him getting changed so as not to soil his better clothes, as he planned to work on another soap box cart, that’s a k**s cart bodged together in an ally, an ally bodge! good with his hands it was something he built as a. She would lift herself up until she as almost off of me before driving herself back down onto me. She kept a pace that was not urgent but faster than she would normally ride me.I was watching her as she rode me. I reached out to fondle her breast but she batted my hands away so I had to be content to settle them on her thighs as she rode me up and down. I had never been so deeply intent on her pleasure. She is usually always concerned about mine.I was trying to meet her with thrusts of mine but. “Hello.” It was Wade. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top. His body was well muscled and he looked so sweet, and so…! “You sure look good.” He said as his eyes went to my bosom and then back to me with a smile. “Do I look good, or do my boobs look good?” I chided him “You look good period. I just wish that I had my hand on those.” He said as he motioned toward my chest. “I do to. But right now, my brother is probably.