Not spending much time, even if I worried about how I would fit my size inside such a space that seemed so small, I pushed forward."Huunngh!" She groa...ed loudly when I forced the head in, passing the initial resistance of her pussy, so unbelievably tight. "Huu-uuuuh!!!"I had to hold on tight not to groan myself when I felt her scalding insides squeezing me so hard that I felt like I was breaking her, ripping her apart. But I didn't stop, much the opposite; when I felt her entrance wouldn't let. I was exhausted. I had been fucked and fucked and I hadsucked and sucked. I was in a state of bliss; fucked bliss. I rested awhile then dressed, putting a tampax in my ass, a kotex between my legs,two pairs of panties and the rest of my clothes.They took me home in a cab, helped me to my apartment, hovered over mesolicitously, put me to bed and left. The next day I went to work stillkeeping a tampax in my rectum to sop up leakage-my anus was barelyclosed. I walked spraddle legged to work. I was happy to see that, when I broke the stasis caused by years of the habit of subservience, they all moved to defend themselves.Janet and Joe were doing an excellent job of stalling the sheriff and his posse, so the members of the wagon train had sufficient time to get the stock inside the wall of wagons and otherwise complete their defensive preparations. We were all waiting for the sheriff to run out of patience and draw his gun. That would be his last act before he died. As if it would. "The walk was great, we played like a couple of teenagers, well at least Mum did, I still am one, pushing and bumping laughing and talking about lots of nothing. The more we talked the more Mum relaxed. We found a nice little nook in the sand dunes and Mum had her gear off in no time flat, "oh no", I groaned, "just when it was safe you bring back all the goodies to tempt me, what am I going to do with you Mum?" Oh stop being a wet blanket Peter, get your stuff off and relax, I'm sure something.