I knew I was going to have to do something about Hidalgo and that I better do it soon because he was starting to really annoy me.A small patrol of tro...opers with a pair of Apache scouts came into the fort riding a mite faster than normal and informed us,"Geronimo is on the warpath again and scalped a family of Mormons up by the Yellow river, young ones and all."The scourge of the Great Plains was off the reservation again and I was glad I was inside the sturdy walls of the fort because I sure. Hardly a minute or two and then all of a sudden, he pushed his huge cock through the hole towards me. I just could not believe that this was happening and I did not know if the hole was for this purpose and I did not know if people did this kind of thing. Here I was sitting in a semi dark booth with a beautiful, healthy, young cock of another man sent towards me from the next booth. I reached out and grabbed it and started to stroke it. I could not believe that I was doing it but I was not. She was visibly impressed, wanting to see more.For my next squirt, I moved back from Mom's gaping mouth and let loose a steady stream which Mom had to maneuver to catch. The next one, I made her chase by moving the stream with pressure from my fingers. She caught half, but the rest splashed her in the face. Mom turned red with embarrassment, but uttered no protest. Susan loved the show and applauded, laughing, and saying, "That was beautiful, Judy. Do that again!"I did, only this time, I made. They evolved into my sex diaries, and they became my erotic accounts of Billy and I. After William and I married we began to enjoy reading erotic stories to each other.It was just a kink. One night I read him a story that I actually wrote from my diary. About half way through, he realized it was he and I in the story. He was intrigued and wanted to know how I had such detail. I confessed, I had the diaries.He never asked to see them, but let me read different things from them, different.