What luck! He hasn't seen you yet. the little alcove where the newspapers are placed is just out of eyesight and with the lightbulb still burned out,...you realize it's dark enough back there to hide an elephant. as Steve fumbles thru his mail, your hands fall back to your sides and you suddenly get a wickedly fun idea. a smirk the Devil himself would be proud of flashes across your face. You step out of the alcove, into the morning light from the secuirty door downstairs. "Morning, Steve". Also there was over three hundred in gold and silver that his Pa had saved and from selling his store in Virginia. Sean and Running Wolf talked long into the night as to what Running Wolf needed to do while Sean was gone. Sean drew out one of the precious sheets of paper and set up the ink well. He had Running Wolf think of the way to the White man's village. Sean began to draw and write directions until he had a serviceable map.Sean took out $100.00 just in case he couldn't sell his pelts. . . Take me.... unh...unh...unh...... These were my thoughts. I could only make the noises a man being man-fucked can make.He went on this way for twenty minutes. I could feel his sweat mingle with mine. I thrust back to him with each thrust he came at me. I was able to finally gather up the strength to begin to pressure him as he pulled back. Slowly at first. He began to groan as he withdrew. I knew I was having an effect on him. Relax and let him in. Try to keep him in as he pulls out. Again,. ..I moved a hand under her and grabbed her tits. I squeezed them hard.They were not very big, but I didn't care. What I did care about wasthe fact I could grab a handfull and squeeze as hard as I was able toand she didn't complain. Interesting.I am a strong man. 6'2, muscular from lifting weights for several years,easily able to hurt this little skinny 5'4 tall nigger bitch, and yetI clearly did not need to hold back. For a second I was thinking thatI was impressed. But it was still early.After.