Katrina was of average height and looks, a little heavy but shapely, with shoulder length brown hair. She was the subject of many mens wishes, seeing...as whoever married her would inherit Daddies estate. Nearly all the eligeable males in the colonial village of Tarrytown had, at one time or another, presented their case to old Baltus, but nearly all had fallen short. The only one that had a shot was Abraham Van Brunt, the local blacksmith. Brom, as he was known, was a burly, strong man, totally. I get the bike up on on center stand and we strip our gear off. I grab you and that hot, passionate probing kiss, feeling you tight in my arms. My hands grabbing your ass and pulling you tight. I can still feel you wet pressed up against me. I peel off your top and cup, squeeze your beautiful tits, teasing your nipples till they are hard, pinching, twisting them then ready for my to suck and nibble. I feel you moaning and arching as i do and my hands work your jeans undone. I slide them down. He was taller than me by several inches, and had wavy blonde hair that looked as if he spent lots of time in the sun. He had a wiry frame, not skinny, but with a sense of hidden strength. He came over to us and Carol introduced me to him. He took my hand and gave it a quick shake, then seemed to change his mind and gently kissed the back of it as he gazed into my face. I blushed. This was something I had never experienced, and I wasn't sure how to react. Sam was seated across from me and took. They were just so young. Eighteen or nineteen, and virgins! I loved virgins. I wanted to fuck a virgin every day for the rest of my life, to be the first cock to enter them and spurt my seed into their fertile, untouched depths.Their hands all touched me as the church, men and women both, sang another worship hymn. It sounded like a parody of a traditional Christian song, replacing all the talk of god and Jesus with me and my miraculous seed.I ignored them, concentrating on the four vixens.