He had a face wound that was hard to even look at, the bullet evidently went in his cheek and came out his mouth taking a mess of teeth with it. The O...d Wagonmaster, as some called him, had fought the Indians and the French, and somehow had survived 500 lashes on his back for striking a British officer. I never saw the old man's back, but folks that knew say the scars were still there, left from the time of Braddock's campaign. I still shook thinking of the dozen blows I got from a bull whip. I would spend hours when I was horny going around checking them for ladies doing laundry. I would take bras, panties, slip, garter belts, stockings, girdles, nighties and whatever I could find then go to one of my safe spots to dress up and get off. I did have a few close calls but never got in trouble going through these laundry areas. Sometimes I would watch to see who was doing the wash so I could fantasize about them as I put on thier things. I had a few good locations where i would keep. .. But let's get them soaked shall we?"You say:"Yes please"I say:As I finally lift your legs up and remove your panties completely I bundle them up into a tight little ball. My hand rests softly against the vibrator as I turn the intensity down and remove it.I say:I take your panties and place them right back against your pussy. Without the vibrator your cunt quivers with each new touch. The cloth because to soak up your juices as I shove your panties inside your pussy/You say:I gasp softly at. So with my wife laying on her stomach and Ali standing at the side of the bed she started to bring his cock back to attention. My wife seemed even more comfortable with his cock, if that is possible after just fucking him. She was once again lost in giving him head and her goal was to get him hard as fast as she could because my little slut wanted to be fucked again by Ali’s big cock. I was also becoming very aroused by how aggressive she was with Ali and found my own cock growing. I started to.