Inch by inch, my boi pussy was being impaled. I was sweating and grunting as I felt Mr. Bill’s balls touch my balls. He was fully buried inside me, ...nd he held my hips and rested his thick cock inside me. I was breathing hard as his shaft stretched me. The sensation in my bowels started to tingle, and I began to feel the urge to push back on Mr. Bill’s dick.I moaned as I wiggled my hips. He gave me a spanking and asked me if I wanted to be fucked. I blurted out like a slut that I wanted him to. ”At the railroad station, Mr. Hollister sent a telegraph message to Sheriff Keyes in Newton. He told Tom that it could be a while before they heard back. If the sheriff was out of his office, they would have to either find him or leave the message in his office for him to find.Tom wanted to get away, he was tired of being around people. He needed to ride out on the open plains and be alone. He needed to sit as the chiefs and medicine men did and think this out. His thoughts were all tangled up. I lay on my back in a relaxed state. I thought that it was amazing how the aftermath of an intense orgasm can be so calming and so relaxing.I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me as I tried to focus on the figure standing in the doorway to Anna's bedroom. The figure leaned against the door jam and appeared to be naked and looked like he was displaying an impressive erection. The person was looking at me on the bed and then slowly turned and moved in my direction. As the person approached I. Sam ran over and gave her a hug and said, "Mommy we went and saw Gran'pa and Gran'ma and had lunch with them and everything!"'And everything' was Sam's favorite way of ending a sentence.Donna didn't smile she just said, "That's nice, Samantha." And she looked at me sternly, "You could have told me or left a note."I just said, "I could have but I didn't." And walked down to the bedroom to change for work.She followed me down the hallway and said belligerently, "What in the hell does that mean?".