Myra can get used to her own changes just asquickly.'She felt like she had been forced suddenly into a world where theimpossible was an everyday occur...nce. But, really, didn't lifeamount to one forced change after another? Irene thought back tothat terrible letter from the War Department. As a young wife, shehad shared so little time with her husband before he had gone away,only to die of camp fever in Tennessee. Left an impoverished widow,without any nearby family to assist her, she had. I didn't ask you to come here, and I didn't ask you into my house. You will stay in your saddles, or leave over them. If you try any funny business I will have my men remove your guns and tie you to your saddles and lead you back to La Junta like stray children. Now if there was something that you wanted to talk about, I suggest that you do it and get the hell out of here."The lieutenant sputtered a few times before he finally found his voice, "You can't do this; we are the army. He can go. " Tom's voice, an untrained but pleasant light baritone, pleased Chrissie. Tempted at first to join in, something held her back and she just listened. As she did so, she realised Tom was sending a message. Not deliberately, she thought; he was too straight-forward for that. In fact, there was more than one message. One lay in the sheer happiness; of course, that could have been due to being underway in a sailing boat; she knew he was always happiest when sailing but she thought it was more than. She stretched her torso. Her breasts had light tan lines as well. He put his hand on her smallish, firm breasts, and rubbed her nipples until they began to puff and harden between his fingers. She moaned, her head whipped back, and she moved a tuft of dark hair out of her right eye. She began to grind harder and harder and he pushed back, pushing his cock deep into her vagina. He smacked her ass hard again and she let out a high-pitched scream. “YES!!!”They continued to fuck. He alternated.