“And how much did your groceries cost?” she asked when they were settling up. “I’ll subtract that.”“My treat. I decided. I didn’t consul... you, and I won’t make you put it in your food budget. I don’t plan to do this often enough to make a dent.”“Still, it was sweet of you.” And it had been sweet of him.“Then let me be completely sweet,” he said, starting to wash the dishes without her participation. That was going too far, but she wasn’t about to complain that night.She was rested, though, and. "Hell no, that's an out and out yes! Wild horses couldn't drag me away from fucking you again." Good," she said, kissing him lightly on the mouth.John must've sensed that she was getting uncomfortable because he slowly removed his cock from its newfound home and gently lowered her feet to the floor. Copious amounts of cum began to seep out of her pussy and she regretted having to watch it gurgle down the drainpipe. She instantly missed the sensation of her pussy being filled with his warm. I pulled it out and found that it was mostly full of various heavy coins. I reached in again and pulled out another pouch. Same deal, but these coins all looked like double eagles. I reached in again and pulled out a pouch that was full of jewelry. These men had been busy. I wondered if they raided stagecoaches and wagon trains.I put the stone back and made sure that it was slid in flush and took the three pouches outside to put in my saddle bags. Tia watched me, but didn’t ask.I led each horse. Not at all what it’s cracked up to be if her first time was any indication. The first and only sexual experience she had hurt and took way too long. The thought of him of him sweating and grunting on top of her like he did, usually sent a shudder through her entire body. Thank god she doesn't have to do that all the time on a daily basis, she thought to herself. But, occasionally she let herself ponder what if it could be different? When she did so she felt a familiar twinge ‘down there’. Her.