Violet wriggled on the sofa, making herself comfortable, pushing back against me. She had to be able to feel me. Had to.I swallowed. “Um, Vi?”“U...-huh?” Her voice was quiet, calm.“I need to...” Orgasm like there’s no tomorrow, my brain filled in for me. “Um, I need to use the bathroom.”“Oh. Okay.” She shifted forward a little. Holding back a gasp of relief, I slipped off the sofa.Shutting the bathroom door, I gripped the edge of the vanity and shook my head, staring at myself in the mirror.. I've called y'all into my office to discuss a new assignment for ya up near El Paso. I trust that neither of you have ever been up there?"Ezra answered for the both of them, "No, Sir, Maj. MacGregor. Sean nor I ain't never been to El Paso." That's good. That way y'all will see the place with fresh eyes. There's a problem with Comanches movin' in an' trying to drive out the Anglos an' Mexicans what have settled in southeast of El Paso. The Rangers an' the Army have been tryin' to drive 'em back. But she thinks you're at work and I think youre the best fuck I've ever had. You take a second to hit record and hold the phone back a bit. I cradle your jaw and bring your eyes to meet mine. "You're going to cum in me before I send you home" You don't say anything but your eyes widen as I move my panties to the side and feel you finally slide into me. I take my time, seeing as im so fucking wet its practically running down your cock. When I finally have every inch of it deep in me, I kiss. Later, seated two tables apart at the reception, our eyes kept catching each the other looking. Dinner done, a rather good band began doing its duty, and I asked her to dance. That dance led to a number of pleasant dates, and nine months later we were married—Margaret was Gil's maid of honor and Frank Cross, my best friend at the time, was my best man.Maybe a little description of the two of us might be in order here. Gillian is slightly built and at five-eight rather tall. Her long dark hair.