The aroma of yesterday’s Euphoria lingers; I bury my face into your neck and smell it. Feeling my hardness, you wiggle your butt against me, then li... still and just enjoy being together, saying nothing, holding. You reach over and turn off the alarm. The spell broken, you get up and put on your robe before going into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I’m reluctant to get up. Lying on my back, my hand wrapped around my scrotum, I continue rolling the mental images of you. The coffee pot. I performed a tongue tornado all around her pussy. Then I got up to kiss her and pinched her nipples hard while kissing her. She shrieked a little in pain.I then sucked on her right boob while still trying to pinch the other nipple. She was trying to avoid a round of second pinching but was also getting distracted by my simultaneous licking of her other nipple. It was a true struggle between pain and pleasure for her.To distract me, she held my cock and started stroking it. She also started. Up until tonight, she has been my rock of strength and determination. All of those years she kept us going by turning tricks. I didn't know how she did it, but it never seemed to phase her. Now, to see her like this was like seeing Mt. Rushmore collapse to dust. Komodo took her away to bed and I collapsed back to my lounger.I don't know what I would have done if Babs had not been there to comfort me. I know I cried some, and I cursed some, and I don't know what else I did, but the next thing I. "A squaw."The Captain was a preacher man who knew his Bible and said his prayers every day. When he wasn't riding for the State of Texas, he rode a circuit for God and John Wesley. He looked at the squaw and at me, studying us before he spoke."What do you want to do with her, Tully?" he asked.The Squaw's eyes bore into me like arrows and the Widow got up, setting the girl in her lap by another of the woman. Hell, I didn't know which of those two women was more intent. I felt the two of them.