It's my job to help protect them but I don't have to care what they think."From that evening on, Dillon and Emma were seen more often around the town....Juanita saw them coming out of the mercantile holding hands and smiled. Things are out in the open now, she thought. They're good for each other.On one of Dillon's days off he was confronted by the pastor of one of the local churches and three female church members as he came out of the general store. He tipped his hat to the ladies and started. "I told him that I would love to, but that I'd have to ask my wife. I went upstairs to where Angie had her eye stuck to the telescope, "What's up?" Nothing. He hasn't come out all day." That's probably because he's sitting downstairs in our living room." Our living room? He's here?" Yep. Came over to introduce himself and invite us down to take a dip in his cement pond." Do you want to go?" I don't see why we shouldn't take him up on his offer. It's a very hot day." Okay, give me a minute. I'll. He shot a huge load into my ass when he finally came. Marques told me that I took his cock better than almost everyone else that they've brought home. I felt like such a champ for taking it all.When none of us could fuck any longer and we were all beat, we looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30am Saturday morning. I got there at 8, and we didn't talk that much. Were we really fucking for 10 straight hours? I couldn't remember a time once we got into the bedroom where someone didn't have. He instantly covered himself up and went back upstairs, leaving a very embarrased me sitting there on my own.I waited ten minutes before following him up and wandering to his bedroom door again. I peaked inside again, noticing that he wasn't laying on his bed. I pushed the door slightly to increase the range of my view, finding him sat at his computer desk, with his right hand pumping away at his cock. His boxer shorts were dumped on the floor beside him along with his rolled up socks, making.