”“Yes,” I hissed. “I will always love you.” We were too focused on each other and making love to continue our conversation. Sometimes, makin... love to Donna was a long conversation simply punctuated with orgasms. This night, we were focused on each other’s pleasure and conversation came in phrases rather than paragraphs.“You know ... Whether we have extended service or volunteer or just do our terms and get out, when it’s legal for us to do it, I want your child, Jacob. I’ll be thirty this year.. . ok ... no, no that's fine ... of course ... ok, I love you too ... bye bye." What's up?" Michael asked."He's been delayed touching down and he won't be back for another half hour now at least," she replied, "Oh well though, means I have time to shower before he gets in."With that she disappeared upstairs. She had a dirty shower in mind involving a favourite dildo and this gave her the time to do it.Michael grinned.'Thanks Dad', he thought to himself.One last opportunity to spy before the. She had me feel her stomach and I think I felt a flutter. She got so excited that she had the other women try to feel it as well. I ended up giving her a lashing with my tongue and fingers while Claire gave me a blowjob. Elizabeth was tired and just watched tonight.August 22-23, 1847We have been going through some of the most uninteresting country I have seen since the desert. Literally nothing to write about! We crossed several streams and have continued our journey. The guide has promised us. I stalled in the entrance to the master bedroom and was at once appalled and unable to look away from the sight that greeted me. My wife lay on her back across the width of the bed, naked and her long brown legs spread as wide as you can imagine. Her hair laid out on the white bedclothes behind her, her pert tits rippling with the force she was being fucked with. There between her legs was Steve Arlen. a very close friend of ours, more like my Eddie Haskell. His well-shaped, muscular hairy.