I rubbed and squeezed her firm, round ass, thinking how I’d love to fuck it hard, but that was for another time. I pushed my cock forward, sliding t...rough her wet pussy lips, but not entering her. Then leaned over her small frame to kiss the side of her neck and the corner of her mouth. Again she smiled, her eyes remaining closed, and her hips moving slightly as she rubbed against my cock, coating it in her juices. Reaching down under us I guided myself into her entrance, pushing my hips. "Not a damned thing!" he replied emphatically.Bob woke me up the next morning at five. He was cheerful and bore no signs of being hung-over despite the quart of whiskey he had consumed the night before. I dressed warmly and followed him out to the stable. Bob picked four horses and we harnessed them. The Wells Fargo tack was high quality and in excellent repair. We led the horses to the carriage house and hooked them to the stage coach's double tree tongue. The coach was in even better repair. She brought a hand up to stroke my face. "What are you going to do when you can't get around the house on your own? When you can't get yourself dressed? Or protect yourself? Hmm?" The hand at my face slid behind my neck and began to rub gently at my nape. "I. I. I don't know." "You're going to need someone to look after you. Care for you. Attend to your every need, hmm?" Her air was becoming positively maternal. Her matronly bosom, so close to me, was radiating warmth and comfort, drawing. Victoria had warned girls who were into girls would resist induction better as they were better able to handle the lustful feeling towards other women necessary to the process. Close questioning ultimately explained the seeming contradiction. Employing the kind of logic favored by the not so bright, Connie had convinced herself she was neither lesbian nor bi because she'd done it with "only" Leslie, as if the freshman were a mulligan. Bridget had eventually shrugged the whole thing off; the.