Crying out beneath him in surprise and desire, Hera arched up against him, his hands caressing her breasts as his mouth came down on her swollen nippl.... It was strange to be underneath him, to feel him moving on top of her, controlling everything; strange, and yet wonderful.She felt very feminine, accepting, taking him into her and increasing his pleasure with the tightening clasp of her body, massaging him as he thrust in and out of her. Moans filled the garden air as she responded with ardent. She sniffed, but she did not cry."How?" she asked, holding my arm. I must have smelled and looked awful after six days in the woods, sleeping in hollows and living off roots and berries."Shot," I said, "twice. First one hit his leg and he stumbled, second struck his head and he fell. I was almost right beside him. He was likely dead 'fore he hit the ground."She nodded."I'm sorry," I said, petting her hip, feeling my lust flame up."Um," she said, "part a'being a soldier." We were betrayed,. Neither mine nor my husband's first marriages lasted all that long. Both less than five years. Mine, I was too young, and his wife died.I spend my days working in the garden and taking care of the house. I'm content for the most part. There is not much I want for.I am the only mother my stepson Eric has ever known. He was two years old when I married his father. So he calls me mom. Eric is twenty-four and very handsome. With that rough farm boy look.I'm a busty auburn redhead with thick, bright. It looked exactly the same as mine, fairly thick, about 7inches plus with a naked head. The girls started to wank us slowly and after the 3rd rubbish drink and 3 scotches I saw that he was losing precum, so I said to get going. We went to a couple more bars, no girls and I could see that he was really tipsy so said to get a taxi back to camp. When we got back I practically had to carry him to our room, drpped him onto his bed, and he seemed to pass out. Got him up, pulled off his shirt,.