They had plenty of powder and lead for balls but they couldn’t be used without the caps. He had not been able to resist buying two new dresses and a...very scandalous French nightgown for his wife. She hadn’t been to a post since she had the baby. Pat had seen the clothes for his wife in the Elkton Trading Post in St. Augustine. The recent flare up of fighting between the Indians and the Army kept Lucinda at home. They had even had to stop going to see her family only about four miles away ever. “Bent over”, he muttered as he pushed her against the table. “You know how it is done, get your bum nice and high”. Not a word passed her lips as he ravished her ‘doggie’ style, only grunts came forth, getting more pronounced as he slammed his cock up to his balls in her accommodating cunt.He blew with a thrust that nearly moved the table. “That was great Eliz”, he said. She didn’t pull up her slacks or panties and didn’t redo her blouse, her tits wobbled and it wasn’t till she spoke that he. I’ve never seen girls move like that – I’ve only rarely seen girls dance – I’ve never seen skirts as short as that, and girls wiggling their hips as they dance in them so that they flick up, and yes, in that two minutes I probably saw more knickers than I’d done in my life so far, apart from in my magazines. I think that was the first time I got tunnel vision, where it seems like everything but the TV screen is blotted out, and I’m unblinking as I see this unbelievable sight of girls doing. His skin was rough and up close, he smelled slightly of old leather andshaving cream; it was a fatherly scent. Her cheek hovered next to his,hesitantly, before she pulled away. Their faces were close and Harry'seyes glittered darkly, expectantly.Cindy smiled demurely. "I have to go tinkle," she whispered, andgiggled, and slipped away from the booth.A minute later Cindy stood in the bathroom of the Bacchus Bar, handsgripping the edges of the smooth porcelain sink tightly. Her knuckleswhitened; I.