It was arousing to see part of his cock hide behind his fingers, seeing the head disappear, then seeing his fingers slide down, below the ridge, until...his pinky was tight against his groin, with his steel like hardness standing proud above his thumb. He knew he was teasing me into a deeper sate of arousal. He then told me to come over to him. But slowly. And to remove my sweater and jeans as I make my journey to the bed. It is a little difficult to walk and remove one’s clothing at the same. We broke out our rations and the Indian food we captured, feeding the women and children until they fell asleep in utter exhaustion.Even Mrs. McAlester succumbed, but the Widow, who had a girl of three or four asleep in her lap under the blanket draped over them, was awake and her eyes followed me.It was full dark when the Captain and the Second Squad returned to report they killed two. That made the body count complete."We've got a captive, Captain," I said. "A squaw."The Captain was a. His cock twitched hard and his balls tightened up so hard that they no longer ached, but hurt.“Fuck,” he muttered as he reached for the zipper of his pants, undid it and pulled his cock out for Amanda.Amanda licked her lips as she stared down at his throbbing cock. The young man couldn’t pry his eyes away from Amanda’s face and held his breath as he waited for her to pass judgement on his cock.“Hmmm, I thought you’d have a bigger cock, to be honest. My husband’s cock is three times the size of. .why?"Rachel got up and went out of the room, to return a few seconds latercarrying a book. Jacky took it and looked at the title. _Gender Therapy:Healing the Wound_, by Rachel S. Farrell."Did you ever wonder what happened to your uncle Charles?" Rachel said.***Jacqui Farrell bounced into the newsagent's shop in a bright blue sundressand strappy sandals with two- inch heels. Her hair was tied back in aponytail, bleached blonde by the summer sun. She was all smiles. "Goodmorning, Mr. Paterson,".