On the floor was a pair of thigh high black boots with 3 inch high heels. I was not totally sure what my husband had in mind but my thoughts got my p...ssy dripping in anticipation. That night I dropped the boys off at my parent’s house. They were going for a sleep over with grandma while mommy was going to something very special with daddy. As soon as I returned from my parents, I started to get ready. I took a long hot shower and cleaned every inch of myself. I gave my pussy a nice close. It doesn't last long before his fingers areback and he is finger fucking me again but this time with two fingers. Igroan, it feels so good, I don't want it to stop. Then he adds a thirdfinger, he is stretching my hole. He strokes my cock with his other hand,the oil on it makes it feels so sensual.Soon his fingers are replaced by something else. It feels blunt and ispushing hard at my opening. I'm thinking I'm about to get fucked when itbegins to vibrate."Ohhhh," I exult at the sensation. “I want you to sit on me,” I replied, “you can be in control then and do what you want.”Amber, her face with red patches from her exertions and passion, moved to the side to allow me to lie on my back before she straddled my middle and taking my cock in her hand, guided me into the warm, wet tunnel of her gorgeous body.Starting to rock up and down, she closed her eyes and wallowed in the sensation of my cock, even deeper inside, now that she had her full weight on me.I closed my eyes too, and. I had eaten some pemmican while I was making the trip. Hooper wasn't in his office, so I went to a nearby saloon to talk to the bartender. I wanted to get some background on Anson Hooper while I had the chance and before I met him.At first, the bartender was unexpectedly closed mouth about Mr. Hooper, but he loosened up and gave me what little he knew. Hooper was a recent arrival in town, and nobody knew where he came from. He did talk funny, so they figured that he was a damyankee, though they.