We were jealous when we were k**s but we know, and our womenfolk know, that Matt has the biggest prick in town. Almost all of us are adequate and we d...n’t get complaints. Janie is treating you as a trophy. That ain’t good, Matt.”“I suppose not…”“I shouldn’t say this, Matt, but I think Janie is using you.”I should have resented that. I didn’t. Bill is an old friend and his warning fitted with the way Janie was behaving. I nodded but made no other reply, hoping that Matt would leave the subject.. Both had arm wounds. I bandaged them, admonished them to stay down and be watchful. I kissed Dollars as I left. She said, "Kill them all."I went back to the two guys I met earlier. I said, "You know Sergeant Moss and Cents?" They nodded. "They're back there with arm wounds. Please go back and protect them."The uninjured one said, "We're on our way. I know them both. She's a great lady. You go after those bastards. We'll watch over them." Thanks, Get them and yourselves under cover." He nodded. Despite her swim and working all morning, she could feel it again, building up inside her. Damn, she was so horny all the time. She’d had never felt this way when she was young, in fact she wasn’t even aware what masturbation really was until after the divorce, now she had a collecting of “toys” and was wanking herself at least once a day. She’d almost given up on men, because well, they just couldn’t seem to satisfy her…perhaps another woman? Now a few years ago, she’d have been horrified at. Back went her hand to stroke her pussy - this time, INSIDE the crotch of her panties! I asked her to stroke one of her breasts, and she did without hesitation.Within a few moments, as I felt more surging in my loins, Bonnie suddenly stopped. She stood up, as though getting ready to leave. Indeed, she did no such thing. Instead, she pulled off her panties and walked around the bed to my side. Standing within 12" of the mattress edge, she resumed stroking her pussy while stroking one of her.