There was a nice spring near by to fill our water containers. Once we had enough provisions to last for a couple of weeks. We headed out. We were o...ly a day or so away.We came through a small set of hills and a there in front of us spread out in a huge valley was the great meeting ground. We could see many tribes there already. We cleared the hills and found a decent spot to set up camp.I had the bows and arrows hidden within our supplies. The men all just carried spears and clubs, like. John is a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorce attorney. He agreed to get me personal information about Mary no questions asked. I gave him a case of Templeton Rye for his trouble, and he threw in a set of handcuffs for good measure.To make a long story short, Mary Jones, my Postal Carrier was 39 years old, at the time and a widow. She is financially well off from her deceased husband’s insurance. Mary has outstanding credit, no debt, and her modest house is mortgage free. Mary. The girl was small in a way my tallness seemed to double when close to her.She startled and tried to step back to avoid the blade and ended up sitting at the tall window's stool, tiptoed, her neck stretched and her face up, really close to mine. I could feel her whole body trembling when I reached down to touch her right thigh, a skin tender, warm, as I had never felt in my life.The cold touch of my fingertips made her gasp sharply and shivered all over. I felt a tingle as if a part of me for a. He pulled from the kiss. ‘Ready baby?’ he asked. I nodded my head. He held onto my ass cheeks and pulled from my pussy, with out warning, he slammed his dick into my wet ass. I threw my head back and it hit the wall. ‘Ow!’ I yelled from the pain in my ass, not my head. He didn’t stop. He slammed in and out. I moaned and gasped as his cock worked its way in and out. He moaned and held my cheeks tight in his palms, his fingers pressing into my flesh. I held onto him with my arms and he laid his.