She put her hand on the back of his head, forcing him on her breast.As she plays with his hair, she doesn’t see his hand sneaking toward her mount. ...hen he touches her clit through her panties, she gasps at the sudden jolt, feeling electricity running from his finger, through her body, to her brain. He looks up at her, fire in his eyes. He raises his eyes brows, asking a silent question. She nods impatiently at him, she needs his mouth over her mount.He obliges, leaving her breasts for her. She turned back quickly and told me, “Don’t you dare come upstairs and interrupt me.”Not more than a minute later I heard Katie press Play on the DVD. The sound of pornstars fucking was monstrous; she definitely had the volume up on purpose. But to my surprise, after a couple of minutes, I heard a moaning that was not coming from the TV. My wife is typically quiet when we fuck, but she was loudly pumping her pussy with that rubber dildo. I was getting harder and harder just listening to the. No longer in a mood to celebrate we went to our wagons and went to bed.September 11, 1847We woke up to a half-foot of snow on the ground with scattered flurries continuing to come down. We gathered at the fire and waited for the wagon captain to come out and discuss our next move. He came out of his wagon and with him he had a shivering Willy. "Where's our wives?" rang out from the crowd.Willy pulled himself up and told them in a loud voice answered, "In a cave in the valley by the Sandy, safe. The girl that I had only dreamed of stood in front of me, not perfect of course, but I did not feel like a clown this time. The image I saw in the mirror burst all of the illusions I had about my maleness! Inside, in that private place we all have, I knew that I would never again be happy again unless I was able to become this young woman more than once in a while.The girl, me, was looking back from the mirror, and like my sister, she is stunning. Her large blue eyes with their long lashes look.