I chuckled and smiled into her eyes. She smiled back happily. It changed to a grimace of pleasure as her orgasm approached. My thrusts quickened and h...rdened. My hands grasped her firm butt cheeks, fingers into the musculature. Angling forward, I gave her rubs along the apex of her vagina and friction for her clit. Her eyes closed in concentration. Her panting shortened and stopped as she arched. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, the last word through clenched jaw. Mirroring my hold on her, her fingers. "My attention jumped ta a place about 100 feet away. There was a man there, an' he was holdin' a Winchester. The rifle was pointin' in my general direction, but it was not yet aimed right at me. There was a bushy limb between me an' the rifle, so the owlhoot couldn't see me as clearly as he would in only a few more feet.Well, I wasn't gonna wait around fer him ta take the first shot. As quick as I could, I drew my pistol an' fired a shot at the blob of shadow that I could see in among the. So on Sunday mornings, I was allowed the indulgence of staying in an empty house with the Sunday newspaper. In the evening I would often walk over to Islington for the 6 pm service, but this was a preference, not a rule. That morning, shortly after breakfast Miss Mabel ran into the front parlour where I was reading my Weekly Dispatch, and snatched the paper out of may hand and threw it across the room, saying petulantly: ‘Why do you read that silly old paper instead of talking to me?’ ‘Miss. . I like you.. I love you sweety” and he started kissing me on my neck.. I was in dilemma what to do as I was feeling good on his soft a caring touches and kisses but he was not my husband.. I remain silent and his hand ran over my butts and pushing it towards his pant.. His hand hold my hand and made me take that away between our body and again he hug me to feel his chest on my boobs.. He was hugging me hard and I was feeling my boobs on his wide chest getting pressed.. My hands hold his waist.