“Yes, I’m going along. I’m interested in what they have available, and what garden tools they have also,” I told her.“Owen can make any kind...of tool that you might need. He’s a very good Blacksmith,” Grace told me in a voice full of pride in her Husband.Joe was waiting with the buggy when we came through the back door. He was surprised to see me with Grace.“Good morning, Miss Margie,” he said with a smile.“Good morning, Joe, are you well today?” I asked in return.“Yes ‘m, I be fine today,” he. I sucked him very hard, giving myself to him completely and allowing his dick to mouth fuck me through my wet red lips.Orson then leaned to his side signaling me to get off my knees and lie flat on the backseat, where he then began pushing the entire length of his shaft into me.I was wet; wet enough to allow his penetration with ease, and I let out a deep moan as he entered my cunt…I wrapped my long legs around him and hooked my feet over his shoulders, I wasn't going to let him go. I needed. She pushed down her tights and panties at the same time and by the size of the wet spot in her panties she was either the wettest woman I had ever seen or she had been turned on for a very long time just waiting for this experience to come true. Yvette stood behind me and stuck her hand down my pants.Stroking me over and over while Shelley stood there fixated on what was happening right in front of her. She didn’t say a word and instead waited to be instructed on what she was allowed to do. I. They didn't know for certain, but they hoped that some Indians saw the flag and reported the fact. They wanted the legend of Shiply's Troop and Cock Cutter to continue to grow and flourish. The more the Indians were afraid of them, the less likely they were to be attacked.Shiply's Troop returned to the wagon train to cheers from the welcoming people. From the point of view of Shiply's Troop, this was a very satisfactory little battle, though it was too bad that some of the wagon train people.