That's when I decided to squeeze both our cockheadss together, to kind of get back at him. It hurt him a bit (or so he said), and then he started grab...ing at my balls, which he gently squeezed and pulled. His hand was holding me by my balls, and I decided to give up, offering that we start doing nicer stuff that would not hurt. We then decided jerking each other off would be nicer and friendlier. I had fleeting thought of maybe blowing each other, but I wasn't sure how well that would go down. Both women had dropped to the wagon floorboards and were able to make good use of the driver's seat as added protection against the jayhawkers' bullets. By now, the attackers were pissed off and no longer interested in rape, but only in killing the people who had the temerity to shoot at the men who were surely doing God's work.Well, the women had the much more stable shooting platform, so they were doing a superior job of shooting at the men who were bouncing around on running horses. The way. ..a few days later Sally was back at Winterbottoms house-clutching the magazine 'have you seen this?' she offers the magazine to him-he smiles knowingly and leads her by the hand to his library-he points to a pile of magazines-'Janus' is just one of many such 'spanking' magazines 'got to keep up with the times!' he winks at her-and they both burst out laughing!Epilogue:1987:'the artworld was saddened to hear the death of the world famous landscape painter sir Cedric Winterbottom' the times. I agreed, knowing that my sweet Ana loves to have me in control and she was very willing to submit to any stranger man.The next evening, on Friday, Jerome came by our house for a drink like he had done just two weeks before. Jerome was a good neighbor but also a nice friend, for both Ana and me. She always had thought he was even interested in her. After a second round of margaritas, Jerome was telling some stories about fishing, when his right hand landed on Ana’s right knee and did not move..