By the time we got into my room, she turned facing me, revealing her naked breasts. Full, hanging perfectly, plump, ready to be squeezed. Beautiful, g...orious spheres on full display. To me! My cock stirred, thinking with a mind of its own, hardening and straining against my boxer briefs inside my shorts as quick as it took me to utter a "Whoa!" as I stood before her.Ashley unsnapped her jeans and shimmied out of them. She then turned around, back to me. She began to slide her thong down and. Even when I make her a cup of coffee, I worry that it will be too strong, or not hot enough, or not ‘just right’.And I was beginning to suspect that she was going through the same process.The Thai-style lemon chicken with noodles and a mixed salad she’d served up the night before had been a work of art; Marsha had NEVER come up with anything half as good. The years I’d been living alone, I wouldn’t have bothered cooking something like that from scratch for myself – I’d have ordered in. But Mel. He reported over two hundred white men riding to the south. Those men were a militia sent to fight the Ah-wah-nee’-chee and Chowchilla tribes in revenge for their attack against a trading post in the Yosemite area. That attack had been to protest previous attacks against Indian villages.“None of the militia men survived to report back that they failed,” he replied solemnly.“They will send more men next time,” I warned.“Our scouts have already warned all Miwok villages in this area. Others rode. Suddenly he felt a washcloth dig into his butt-hole. The roughness of the texture and the force being applied brought little comfort to his abused hole. This brought to mind how he used to love to butt fuck some of the women he had abused over the years. He wished he could talk to hopefully bribe his way out of this, but that was just one of the areas where he was still restricted.As the water flowed over him and the bandages, the stench from his own urine left and he felt better for that. Just.