It's one of those wood and upholstery Poang things from Ikea. We had it positioned set back in the corner, just off centre opposite the bed. Usually, ...t was piled high with Jess’s clean laundry awaiting internment in her closet. Today all her crap was where it should be, stashed neatly away. This evening, the chair was strictly for sitting on.When she first saw it, Hannah seemed unsure. Was it only then hitting her what she had let herself in for? That this was happening, was no longer just her. I then started smacking her pussy, once again; it flooded my hand with fuck juice.I again mounted her, this time from behind and worked my member up into her hole. I rode her as I reached up and grabbed handfuls of hair and yanked her head back. She started to moan and work her ass up and down; finally, she was fucking me back. I kept staring at her tight little asshole. I spit on it and rubbed the tip of my finger around it as she cooed back at me. I then slowly slipped it in and from the. I positioned myself so that he could enter me. After a few jabs he entered me. I let out a kind of loud moan and tears filled my eyes because of the pain. I pulled away a bit and the man begged me to move back, and I did. He was in me for what seemed like an hour. When he went soft I could feel something dripping down my leg. He thanked me and left. I stood against the stall wall and cried with a smile on my face. I hurt, but I liked what had happened. I stayed in that stall for about four. They had thought we were Indians until they had seen my pale skin as I was crossing. After checking to see that we were not being followed, a large portion of the white men of the fort had come out to see if we needed help. I later found there were about 25 white men married to Indian women living in the fort with their children. We were helped onto horses and everyone returned to the fort. I was surprised when we arrived to find the women dressed much better than Claire or Elizabeth. There was.