Every hour or so the wagon-master stops the train to have everyone water their animals as well as having a drink each. He also goes down the line chec...ing everyone is OK. On the second such break Boone tells the wagon-master, “Each of my wagons has two barrels of water. If anyone is getting low let me know and they can get some from me.”The man smiles and says, “It’s good to know someone knows what is the most important thing to carry. Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind when I check on the other. By now my manhole was pretty sore, but with the lube and the pleasure, I finally succumbed and turned on my tummy.D was still inside me.He now positioned himself on top of him.D started his onslaughts more roughly.His whole weight was crushing me and his cock was very deeply make back and forth cruises inside my ass.D would occasionally turn my head up so that we could kiss and snog.Sometimes he would take a sip of the wine and drain in my mouth.The moans continued, so were the grunts and our. . Breathing deeply Teresa flushed the memory from her head. “Never happened... never happened... Sam's baby girl... Sam's baby girl...” saying the phrases over and over in her mind like a Buddhist mantra. She stepped into the skirt and sucked her gut in a bit to get it zipped. Finally adding the blindfold, she awaited her fate.Sam had been watching her. Watching in his 'man cave' as his wife prepared herself. When she had shrieked out loud and covered her mouth, Sam knew she had figured part. I had been on top of her all of a minute and my dick and balls and all round my groin were covered in her juice. The feel of fresh brisk air on our hot moist parts was something I had never expirienced before and I was soon getting close and began pumping my dick in and out like a piston, my hands on her shoulders for purchase.I was grunting now getting close to blowing my load when it dawned on me I didn't want to cum in her pussy. The last thing I wanted was to knock up a filthy tart like.