" My recent moan alerts your focus and you give each breast a final play. You reach your hand up to my neck and pull me towards you. Our kiss writes n...ver-ending novels. I bite your lip, telling you that I'm ready. My hands reach over to unbutton your work jeans. You lay back and allow me to feast on your prize.I playfully pounce on top of you, directing my ass towards your face as I wrestle with the fly of your jeans. You have a wonderful view of my plump ass, beautifully secured inside a soft. She held her chest, alternately pulling on her nipples and squeezing her tits together. There were low, animistic noises deep in her throat as I fucked her.Any second now, I knew I was going to cum, and I knew I needed to pull out. I wasn't wearing a condom, and she told me she wasn't on birth control. She had asked me to pull out and cum on her breasts, but the idea of removing my cock from her warm, wet cunt seemed inconceivable. It would feel so good to cum inside.I imagined, for a moment,. . who knew when I might describe group conduct that could include conduct I had myself engaged in?When I installed this personal exemption thing, I had the passing thought that surely I was overreaching. I had never deluded myself into thinking that I was without sin. I knew I wasn’t any more morally upright than the average man on the street.Why, then, was I taking this extra precaution, creating this one-man, all-purpose-exempt category?Well, the “serial killer” thing was the easy. They set up camp close enough to keep an eye on the fort and to intimidate the soldiers inside. Running Bear saw this as too good an opportunity to miss, so he convinced the soldiers to let him out of the fort after dark. He left his rifle behind, but he took his knife, his pistol, and his 4 dogs on a raid against the hostile encampment.As the first step in his battle against the Chiricahuas, Running Bear planned to steal their horses. The Chiricahuas had traveled to the fort on horses, even.