That sheriff was a dead man if he didn't shut up pretty damned soon.A few of the Negroes in the train had already gotten their shotguns ready to fight... but I had to remind the rest that they were no longer slaves, and nobody else was going to fight for them. I was happy to see that, when I broke the stasis caused by years of the habit of subservience, they all moved to defend themselves.Janet and Joe were doing an excellent job of stalling the sheriff and his posse, so the members of the wagon. You’re such a lovely woman now I just can’t help it. Or deny it.” “Me too. Oh dad what can we do?” He thought for a minute, and then hugged her. Not a fatherly hug but one where he let his hands runs down her back. Then over her firm ass. And he held her like that. After what seemed like a long time, she pulled back. Looking at him she rose up, and pulled her shirt off. Then she reached and pushed down her shorts and panties again, and kicked them off. “Daddy, make love to me” . ” The guy pulled back, tucked himself away, yanked the door open, and disappeared into the hall.“Well, that was interesting,” Paul said. “Now can we get back to doing what we were doing?"I could see the kid’s cum running down the inside of Cindi’s thighs as she positioned herself over Paul’s cock and sat down with a contented sigh.I didn’t know if it was what happened with the kid or Paul’s cock, but after a dozen strokes Cindi screamed like a demon from hell, tensed, and collapsed against. I only had time to suck him off once. As he opened the car door he asked me if I was up for a fun weekend and I asked him what did he have I mind. He said it would be a surprise. He patted my ass and slipped his finger in my crack and over my asshole. I smiled and gave his cock some parting sucks and kisses. I was going to get my shorts and slip them on but was told I would not need them all weekend. And this is only Friday afternoon. We went in the house opened some wine, I made us some.