So have a care, sir." She grinned at him, well satisfied with her response. She found the word "riposte" but decided it was a bit much."One more night... I think," he said with a smile. "I'm here to protect your life, not your fragile, red-headed honor. And you haven't quite exhausted me, almost but not quite. I could probably crawl up the stairs." Ha!" she cried, completely delighted. "Take care, sirrah! There is nothing fragile about my iron-clad, brass-bound honor. Dueling is still a sport on. ’ She laughed at her joke and continued, ‘Have Dad help you up and start walkin’ ’round. Cap’ll be by tomorrow.’ She left and Dad did help me. The first priority seemed to have him help me get out to the outhouse. I felt weak and dizzy, but by the time he’d fixed me some rabbit stew I was feelin’ better. It was three or four days afore I could walk on my own. Cap had stopped by and got me up to date. ‘Since you had been working here the Sheriff did stop by a couple of times. I tried to tell him. " I went back down the hall to my room, as Sheila and Cindy decided who would shower first. I heard the shower start as I was in my closet finding a shirt to put on. I was only wearing my underwear. That's how I usually slept now. Or sometimes naked. I was thinking how lucky we were that Sheila hadn't seen anything, when she came back into the room. She smiled as she came nearer. "You're really nasty, you know that Peter? I saw what you did. I saw it through the keyhole. You're naughty, and. Then he peeped inside the room he understood the reason for the moaning. Inside the cabin his loving wife was on her knees in front of Don, his bathing suit down around his feet and his giant cock standing upright. Mike stood in the entrance way watching as Terri gently held Don's hairy balls in one hand while the other hand efficiently stroked his hard fleshy tissue up and down resulting in his sperm to ooze from the top. Then pulling the shaft towards her lips, she opened her mouth and licked.