I'd like to say I almost resisted what happened, but I didn't. I eagerly threw my arms around him and kissed backed hungrily. The feel of his hardenin... erection through his shorts pushing against my stomach was a symbol of his desire for me. That I caused it so easily made me want him and it more. I easily forgot where we were as the pent up desire I had for him from our nights of phone sex begged for more. He guided me further around behind the building where no one could see us. His hands. Trembled. Vibrated. I was a silent witness to their debauchery. My legs ached as they tried to balance my body on their own. I was facing a losing battle with myself but I was winning the war. I knew that I had the one underneath me. He was still fucking his deflating cock into me but I started to feel less full as his spunk shoot into my arse.It wasn’t long before I had him grunting and groaning that he was about to spurt too.She creamed my face at about the same time as he emptied his balls. Surprisingly, she was also very large in the chest area. That aroused me and I grew a little uncomfortable. I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert or something. Then I felt her breath on my neck and her belly rubbed against me. She knew, and if I was right, she liked it.Very gently, I pulled away from her. "Thank you, Maria."The expression on her face told me she wanted to tell me "you're welcome" in a more physical way. She looked down and pulled the edge of her lacy blouse from. Foster was wearing a pelisse, plus a red hood with a cape and a dark mask. Nelly had on a coat like a man's with lots of buttons at the cuffs and a fancy tricorn hat. Both had their hands stuffed into big muffs. I couldn't tell whether Mr. Foster was tied in or not, but he was sure noisy and unhappy, full of foul threats and dire predictions. His wife kept trying to hush him. One of our boys was driving with his horse hitched on the back. I put the extra muskets in that buggy, turned loose the.