The woman in me was just a little disappointed. Sure I was hurt that he couldn't at least make an attempt, so that I could refuse him. Oh well, there ...as always the first night after the danger began. Nothing could beat 'glad to be alive' sex.I wasn't surprised when Mike called our room at 7AM. "Hey Maxine, is the Irishman available?" he asked."Sure," I said then turned away as I handed the phone to Martin." Hello," he said then he listened. "Okay but this might be the last time we can be seen. Oh yeah... mmmm.”He stopped sucking and moved both hands to her tits and started kneading them roughly. "Yeah?" he moaned, a question in his tone."Oh yeah!" she encouraged. "You suck my... titties." She cringed, both at how unnatural the latter had sounded and the fact she was saying it."Call me Grandpa!" he taunted, punctuating his words with a hard thwack on her ass again, indicating that he meant business.She hesitated before moaning half-heartedly "Oh yeah! You work my titties, Grandpa.”No. Since I had both money and room, I bought two sets of mill wheels like the ones we already had. I was sure that Oregon had mills, but I had no idea where they would be in relation to where we might end up settling and I’d rather be safe than sorry.I also bought more tools, even though we had plenty of tools. I didn’t want to short anyone who decided to stay in the valley when we left. I bought more of the prairie plows, even though the soil in Oregon was nothing like the prairie soil. The steel. He started to call me an easy cow and I was getting off because he was calling me an easy cow and because he was tit fucking hard. I started screaming with fucking delight as he was getting ready to cum. He stopped tit fucking me and quickly started to jack off and within seconds his load was all over my face, hair and of course my neck and chest. His grunting turned me the fuck on. After he came, he knew I still needed to get off. So he went into his bathroom and I heard water running. I was.