At last, Joe was going to get his wish about joining a fight from inside the box of wagons.The common warriors started racing around our fort and shoo...ing madly while their horses ran at full speed. The Indians rarely used more than one hand to hold the rifle, so their chance of hitting someone was just that: pure chance. Nobody was stupid enough to make himself a target, but we were not very worried about being shot at this stage of the battle.The war chiefs stationed themselves as a group. I knew cocks were soft, because I had one, but had never sucked my own. The pre-cum tasted a bit salty and when it was gone I kissed the head. “Good, now I want you to kiss the shaft, all the way down to the base, and then up on the other side.”When you touch another person’s hard cock you realize how hard it actually is. I took a close look at Lacy’s, the veins protruded from it and the head was dark red. Sophia had kept her cock and balls shaved so there was no pubic hair to avoid. When I. There was no way, no how that I was going to simply forget it, or leave it behind.It would just have to do, I guess.Still running and trying desperately to ignore how out of shape I was, I snapped the catch off of the sheath, and pulled the knife out by its well-worn and comfortable leather wrapped handle. I then focused my mind and will on the blade while tapping into the wellspring of immense power and energy deep at the core of my very being. It felt warm and welcoming, and I couldn't help. I had woken up horny again. I felt like a teenager instead of a woman of forty. For the last two weeks, ever since Cheryl Elliston showed up at my gynecological practice pregnant, planting the ridiculous notion that she had been knocked up by her own seventeen-year-old son Clint, I had been thinking of my own son, and not in a motherly way.James was fifteen, an athletic, handsome, young man. His eyes these wonderful shade of blue, only adding to his boyish charm.Just thinking of my son sleeping.