Traffic was heavy on the way home, and we needed to stop at the grocery store on the way to pick up a number of things and not just the needed scrappl... ingredients.That evening, I cooked dinner while the Sisters worked on preparing their scrapple. The recipe they were trying wasn’t overly complicated, but it turned out to require more than the advertised four hours to complete the first time. As a result, it was quite late by the time that we all got to bed. The scrapple was in the refrigerator. I choked on a mouthful of coffee, coughed hard and looked at her. The angelic smile, a Mona Lisa-like smile, showed her amusement. “Okay. Got me. What are you really planning for the day?” I coughed to clear my lungs again.“I thought I’d go to church,” she announced.“Right. And pull my other leg.”Sia laughed, bright, light, happy. It made me smile.“I’m gonna clean my room, vacuum, and do the laundry,” she informed me.Yeah, sure. “While you’re at it, mop the kitchen floor and shovel the drive,. "Shit, there weren't no call to shoot the hosses. I'm gonna kill them bastards fer that!" growled Steve as he reached for his Winchester under the seat.At that moment, there was a cry of pain from the woods; Joe or George must have scored a hit with their shooting. Ezra and Sean had drawn their carbines and ridden off into the woods to try to get behind the bandits, as was their standard reply to this sort of greeting. Sean spotted six horses picketed back from the road, safe from the shooting.. With Nitus gorgeous, soft, fully exposed body in his tight grip, and his thick cock stuffed halfway deep in her hot, love hole, he started pumping her wet cunt in and out. Gradually he started increasing the length and force of his strokes and accordingly Nitus moans and whimpers started increasing in volume and feeling, Unh! Aaaa! Aaaha! Ummmmh! With every stroke her body jerked forward and a grunt escaped her lips. Still keeping her in a strong, tight grip, he pulled his cock almost all out.