The entire weight of her body pressed on her tits, one of which was cupped in my hand and seemed to explode under the pressure and the constraint. I d...dn’t stop to assfuck her, not even for a second. I kept pushing and pulling my hard shaft till she trembled, quivered and shouted.A third orgasm hit her. The old man approached, surprised of how slutty his wife was. I could see that his balls too were contracted for the effort not to blast their load. He was still muttering and I didn’t need to. In the end, she accepted use of the chairs, an ample supply of fire wood and drinking water, and a promise to attend another mass gathering the next day. Lil found a good clearing a ten minute ride from the village, and with torches blazing Heather set up camp.Sam just sat on one of the chairs, leather armor discarded, Jay sleeping in her arms. Heather let her be. Her friend needed time. Time to digest, accept, what they had heard. Maybe not believe, but ... accept. Ben and Cathy helped with. I thought a threat might change the dyke's attitude. It didn't."Motherfucker you don't know who you're talkin to. I'll kick your ass and shit on your face." she squawked.I slapped the bitch off her feet and stepped into the room over her. She tried to rise, but I put a cowboy boot across her throat and held her in her place as I calmly explained her situation,"If you're nice, I'll let you have some air."Ms. Knudson's robe had fell open during her struggle to gain footing, revealing her ample. His thick eight inch cock appeared in my mind's eye as my finger dipped into me. Biting my lip, I pushed it in deep then began twisting it in little circles, followed by opening my blouse and pulling one of my B-cup breasts from my bra. I'd always hated my breasts, even though Eric loved them. They were the perfect size to fit in his hand, he'd always tell me. This would raise my self-esteem; at least, until I saw a beautiful full-figured woman with D-cup breasts. Then I would begin to feel.