“Mmm, oh fuck yes,” I moaned, “Just like that, baby.”“Mrs. Williams,” followed a loud knock on the front door. Startled, we jumped to our ...eet.“Who was that?” my husband asked.“It’s Mr. Bozeman,” I answered, “Perfect fucking timing.”“Get rid of him,” hubby laughed.“You know he won't just leave,” I responded, “He is so fucking nosey.”“Answer the door naked,” he laughed, “He will run like a scalded cat.”“Don't tempt me, hon,” I answered, “I'm in just the mood to do it.”“I dare you,” he. Even though I ended up licking up a bit of my cum that sprayed on her bush, eating her juicy warm cunt was not a bad experience. However, that was my first and last serious sexual experience until meeting Rita.Rita and I have been though 3 trial separations. Each time we reconciled and got back together. I've always sweated if I could win her back each time. I did. Even though each time she came back home she was pregnant by one of her old boyfriends, I still welcomed her back with open arms.. "Maria and I left her standing there. I didn't look back. I felt the heat of her glare without doing so."She can be a real bitch," Maria said once out of earshot."I don't know how Dad put up with her." She could deep-throat him."I stopped in my tracks. "What?"Maria giggled. "The sex was good for him. Maybe she could teach me." Maria!"She laughed again. "C'mon, let's not take too long. I'm in too good a mood to fight with her."We rinsed off and returned to the shed area. Once again I stopped in. They found three of our men up the road, two hours' ride, dead; one with a shotgun blast, one with what appears to be a rifle ball, too small a hole for a musket, shot in the back, and the other with his throat cut, head nearly sliced off. Know anything about those dead men, those good men up there?"I glanced at Fidelia who sat quietly across the room with one of the militiamen beside her, a small smile on his pock-marked face. A man came in from the back with the shotgun I had kept and the.