My hands are moving under your skirt to get pull down your panties. They drop to the floor and I spread your legs while I open my own trousers. My har... cock is sliding out of my boxer short, slamming against your cheeks. I grab my cock and slowly move my glans along your pussy lips. God, you are so wet. I slowly slide my cock into your wet, tight pussy. I push harder and harder until my whole cock is inside you.I can tell from your body tension that you know now, how a real, thick, hard cock. I was in the trees about halfway up to the pass the going was slow. About 10 o’clock, I came across a tree that was down, looking up the hill, there were a lot more trees down. It looks like I found the plane. I went to where the last downed tree was, I started probing with a pole about three feet down, I found the plane. Digging down another five feet to clear the passenger door, there was a lot of snow in front of the plane, brushing some of it away I found Gene. One of the trees limbs went. Shanna pitied those at the head, those who had left camp long before sunrise. They had not even been able to take their first rest until the last wagon had crossed the bridge, lest they hold up the entire evacuation and endanger those yet to cross. She also pitied those camped on the other side of the road, cut off from the river. They could cross, yes, and she was sure a few of the women she saw around her doing laundry, bathing, had done so. With water so close, a little extra walking would. ‘You’re excited, aren’t you, Betsey?’ Mark asked softly, continuing to gently stroke her back. ‘Uh-huh,’ Betsey murmured. Why was she letting him do this? Why wasn’t she stopping him? Why did it have to feel so good? ‘I can tell,’ Mark whispered. He slid his hands into her dress, around her sides, and cupped her breasts. He began rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, which were already hard and pressing through the gossamer fabric of her bra. Betsey felt like there were electric shocks were.