I knew before I opened the message who it would be from and what it was likely to say; we'd been playing this game for weeks now, teasing back and for...h. We both had long term partners, and he was married, so flirting at the office was as far as it had gone until now. But instead of the usual flirty text I was expecting, I found myself looking down at a picture of the man who'd played the leading role in all of my fantasies and day dreams recently. In the picture he wasn't dressed in a suit as. He's 6'7, and the sweater practically hugs my knees if it doesn't bunch up. I guess leggings are hot when you have a fat butt, but not when it looks like you're basically wearing a "green bay packers" sweater dress that smelled like weed and sweat.DESPITE my craptastic appearance I started to feel something on my leg. Sure enough, dude in the seat I was hanging out by was just kinda touching my leg and looking at my ass from the side. Now, I read a lot of smut and you read about this crap all. I REALLY need you in me, RIGHT NOW! Please, PLEASE, slip it in–and HURRY! I NEED you to fuck me NOW, before I COME all by myself!’ Brad happily obliged Wendy’s request to finally enter her pussy, which had for so long hungered for the deep thrusting of his thick, loving cock. He climbed between Wendy’s raised knees, pressing his huge cock head hard up against Wendy’s open and moist pussy lips. Wendy softly, tenderly, lovingly, passionately, and breathlessly whispered in Brad’s ear: ‘Give it to. I'll walk this way tomorrow night, if I can. Maybe you will be here and we can talk some more. I hope so!"38 days from IndependenceNow that the Army had left to fight in the big war, Fort Laramie was just a shadow of its former self. The Indians had gotten a lot more hostile and the Whites had left in droves for safer places to stay. The problem was, there weren't many safe places without the Army. There were still plenty of Indians around Fort Laramie, and they were pretty much as peaceful as.
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