" Good. Did you mix okay with the other people?" We did and they are very friendly. They are happy and sang songs all day. I don't know what they were...about. Some must have been funny songs because they would break up and have to start over. Late in the afternoon several Mexican women showed up and they began to help rather than stand around. One of them brought a guitar and sang some love songs." We lay there each with our own thoughts. Five minutes later Abby was snoring softly.I carried the. I took him to be a desk bound scribe, but he rode with the easy assurance of an experienced and accomplished rider, so different from my rather functional riding style.I had overheard Lieutenant Graveny make the rather disparaging remark to Cornet Cowdray, ‘the Colonel rides like a drunken farmer’, which I suppose was an accurate, if rather unkind and insubordinate, a description of my riding style.“So what do you think our errant Prussian Hussar will do next, Sir Elijah?”He had marked my. Debby moved her hands beneath her, and her breathing became more ragged as she diddled her clit. I was resting my weight on my extended arms and hands, only my hips moving, in and out, in and out. I made this a long fuck, and she came several times. Then, my endurance being stretched to the breaking point, Debby clamped her asshole around me, and one final plunge took me over the top. I spewed for what seemed an eternity, and Debby swore she could feel every pulsing jet of my jism coat her. I was startled by a knocking on my sliding glass door. As I opened my eyes and focused I saw two young girls standing there in their little bikinis smiling at me. I was glad that I was dressed and not jerking off or something equally embarrassing. The girls were standing side by side at my glass doors with the bright sun illuminating their hair and the ocean behind them. They could have passed for angels. I motioned them to come in.One said, “Hello Mister. We were wondering if we could use your.