Emily turned the page and stared at the picture, but perhaps more at the words she was about to read. The boy had reached across and was now cupping a...d pinching the girl’s breasts and nipples and you could tell on the expression on her face that she was enjoying every second of his attention. The girl’s hands were still around his cock, and Emily read the caption:“You are doing great, but my cock is a little dry. I want you to lick it for me, and make it all slippery.” Emily’s nipples appeared. But I was not complaining. She was riding me so good and I was deep in her pussy. I felt her getting closer and told her I was going to cum if she did not slow down. I felt her hand rub her pussy harder and how she started to cum. Since she was cuming I wanted to join her and let go. My cock erupted deep in her and it felt so fucking good. I moaned and grunted when she really worked her pussy on my cock. I called out - Kathy, this is fucking awesome!It lasted longer than normal and Kathy was. The way we found out bout all this wuz I had sent Rastus ta Jethro's place ta return a stump puller we had borrowed a week earlier. Rastus wuz drivin' the buckboard, soz he had ta stick ta the road. He must of come up on Jethro's house jus' after them bastards had left. He went through the house an' out-buildin's pretty much on a dead run an' quickly figured out what had happened. Jeb's place wuz on the way, so he stopped ta tell him that he had better git his family an' slaves ta my place as. The cottage was small, but sturdy and well kept. A bed nestled in one corner, next to the stove, which double as a fireplace. There was an agreeable amount of warmth coming from the open flames, and a mince pie of some sort sat atop the black cast iron. Without a word, the woman gently but firmly sat Gabriel down in a chair. Before him, on the small, rough wooden table, lay a plate, chipped in a few places, but bright and clean. She pulled a linen napkin from a trunk near the stove, and offered.