We sipped on the white wine and watched the swans return to their island. The bevy of swans was growing every year, so much so, they were getting more...difficult to count. The wine was making Carl feel frisky and it wasn’t too much past noon when the two of us were making love on the river bank. We had never stripped completely at the river before that day. The wine seemed to make both of us a little crazy, a little more adventurous. I was always satisfied with our lovemaking romps, but this one. “No big deal to me”. I looked at him while I unzipped my shorts. “Come and see how it’s worth it” I said. He was on me straight away, groping and squeezing everything. He was in such a rush pushing my shorts down, fingering and kissing me at the same time. I pulled his pants off and went on my knees to suck him, but he pushed me over and dropped on top of me. Five days without it gave him quite a build up. I remember watching him while he got a condom out; his cock sticking out like. We’re quick to mount, put the rifles back in their boots, and draw out the shotguns. We ride back to the trail and start down it at a canter. By the time we’re working up to a gallop we’re halfway to the wagons and the Indians are on top of the slavers. In a moment the last three slavers are down with two more Indians down as well. The five Indians left are congratulating each other on all of the fine young female slaves they have when their horses come to a stop and they look up at us on. She moved around gently in time with the music, letting the underskirt fall to the floor, and revealing stockings, panties and suspender belt. Roy exhaled: “Oh my gosh, you look wonderful!” he said. Jane smiled at him and sat down on the carpet, stretching a leg out in front of herself and lifting the other knee enticingly, but keeping her legs together. She relaxed back on one arm seductively. “Come and sit next to me, Roy” she beckoned and my son shot down next to her. At that precise moment.