Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your butt...ck, moves around and then I move it inside the long skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl. You know how it displeases me when you allow your desire to overtake you like this. I draw my hand back and then strike a blow across your bare bottom. Smack, smack, smack. I feel. Chris looked amazed and commented on how wide it looked compared to her very tight pussy. He asked in a stern tone of voice, Whos been doing you in there? No one? replied my wife softly as she looked up at me innocently. I know its not hubby? he said as he fingered her harder. No, please dont make me tell in front of my husband. Please sir. She cried. He stopped and told her he would not let her come unless she answered him. As I held my wifes ankles she looked up past me and shamefully said in. It gets him all excited when I tell him, in detail, about making love with you. I caught him jacking off the other night. I like to get all smoochy with him when I see that. I helped him out a little and while I was playing with his balls and talking about my face in your pussy, he shot so hard I thought I was going to have to clean the ceiling. Of course, he wants you to come back. Of course he wants to be in the middle of two us, butt naked, playing with him and each other. He's a guy. Guys. In this camp he had set aside an area for the sick to be deposited awaiting return to the point of origin near the coast. At least they would have the benefit of retracing their steps over marked trails and not encountering the stress of facing the unknown.His adjutant a young lad from a farm just south of Niagara informed him that one of the Indian scouts had returned to the camp and reported that the Commandant of the garrison in Quebec was fully aware of their location because his dispatches.