Finally, a man told us there appeared to be a wagon train forming up on the northeast side of town.Andy was the first person to see us as we rode into...camp. Delia was helping her mother with something and had her back turned to us. Sam was in an animated conversation with Abby O'Connell and they were watching the babies as they talked.Andy gave us a big smile and started toward us. Then Sam looked up. I'll bet they could hear her scream in St Jo. She started running toward us, and I piled off. My knees were in bed. I stood propping my arms on her two sides. She held by my propping arms. I was hitting her.Aaaaahhhhh I said. My movements slowly became faster. My dick went in and out freely without ever leaving her warm moist net. I was pounding her. She rubbed my hands. She touched my chest. She touched my stomach. She touched my face. Her right hands were moving everywhere. When her fingers came on lips, I took one or two to my mouth. I bit them.I was pounding her. I was hitting her.. But oh is she not even close. After a few more plunges, my right index finger replaces my tongue while my lips wrap around her clit and my tongue starts flicking it. Finger probing in and out, lips sucking, and my tongue is tracing the ABC's. (Good tip by the way. Saw it online and has worked very well.) Before I got to G, Ashley emitted a low grunt then a deep and long moan. “Ohhhh goooddddd. Oh jeezz. I'm right there, keeep going. Don't stop!”Stop? I hadn't even thought of the possibility.. “You’d better not let your wife hear you flirting with the nurses,” I mock scolded, smiling at him to show I wasn’t being too serious.He shrugged again.“I’m not married. That was my sister telling me off for not looking after myself and disrupting her plans.”I held his finger and pressed the button on the finger pricker to draw a drop of blood. He flinched slightly as the needle broke the skin. As I transferred the drop of blood to the meter, he explained that he was supposed to be looking.