Was he at fault here? He shook himself mentally. Was it better to have more of a chance of being raped but not to be so badly affected by it, acceptin... it as normal? Or to have rape less common but women badly traumatised? He decided firmly that rape wasn't acceptable and he was in the right. Happier in himself, he descended the hill and tried to get back to organising his men to do what he had come for.Murdoch rode into his camp the next morning and they clasped arms in a warm greeting. He. He was fairly sure he could feel her wetness on his jeans as she had tried in vain to rub herself against him. He let his right hand fall over her ass and the fingers to softly drag along the slippery folds of her exposed pussy. He could see in the mirror as she gritted her teeth loving the contact. He lifted her up and sat her on his lap before leaning back and pulling her back upon his chest. He reached around and cupped her breasts with his hands letting the thumb and forefinger of each. I poke the roundness of my hips remembering the feel of strong hands placed upon them earlier as they guided me to climax. My fingers trace the curvature of my breasts then cup each one, gently rubbing my nipples with my thumbs exciting them into hardness.The face peering back at me is blushing, a natural face with no make-up to hide the freckles dancing in the candle light, cheeks covered in a light pink veil and lips full and moist. Nervously, I begin to twirl my long dark hair between my. Young Erica Schmidt might dye her hair and have plastic surgery on her face, but there was no way that she was going to change the lush contours in that beautiful ass of hers! Frank had devised the spanking scheme for the express purpose of identifying Erica, but there was no doubt that he was going to have a great deal of enjoyment in carrying it out. And, after the war, it would be quite amusing to tell the story of the eight young American gals who got their bums burned for Old Glory!"A.