“I wasn’t,” I mumbled.That was the first true thing I’ve told her all night.“Really?”I felt the bed shift, quite violently, and Kate’s h...nd was suddenly grabbing my manhood through my sweat pants. It wasn’t a nice touch, she was squeezing me hard, almost painfully so, like she wanted to rip my cock off.“Let me test that, then,” she added, and started palming me, teasing me, trying to give me an erection.It was my turn to slap her hand away.“The hell are you doing?” I turned around and looked. She seemed to be in a pretty playful mood. Holy cow mister, enough already. Fine. I can’t believe this is what I have to do to get you to come along with me. Sheesh, men. Walking into the mall, I couldn’t help but admire my wife from behind in her skirt and heels. At 31, she still had that such a great figure. She had gained a little weight since we were married, but still looked fabulous, and it just accented her curves. At the mall, I made sure our first stop was the lingerie. ”I worked on the solid shaft, caressing it, sucking it, and licking it from the base to tip, tasting the oozing salty pre-cum. I relished the feel of his foreskin on my tongue as it slipped and slid over his glans.After several minutes, his breathing became more ragged and I felt him stiffen and knew he was on the edge. His thighs trembled as jets of hot juicy sperm hit the back of my throat and coated my tongue. I swallowed and kept swallowing and sucking until he‘d pumped out all his. Checking his saddle bags he loaded up on ammunition. Then he made sure both of his Revolvers was full. Nodding he reached to the back of the saddle pulling his automatic rifle. It was a new model that the army was using a M1898 Krag–Jørgensen Rifle that chambered a .30-40 round.John only had to wait a few more minutes as the youngest of the band made his way past John again. Springing like a coiled cobra, John had the man's throat cut before he uttered a word. Stepping back with the body John.