The town was almost abandoned with all the men gone off to war. I rode up to a small farmhouse and a young woman was working on her small farm, in her... husband’s absence. She was a tall slim beauty and even with her soiled clothes and dirty face, you could tell that she was a beautiful young woman. Her blouse was unbuttoned to assuage the effect of the heat. When she bent over you could see her small firm breasts. I said, “Hi, I’m Captain Abraham Donica, 4th Illinois Calvary, can I get some oats. Mom needed her son to kiss her. "Kiss me and make it a good one." Mom all but ordered him.He looked at her and loved it. He took their drinks, sat them on the pier railing, pulled her into his arms and he kissed her like a madman. "Is that what you needed, you sexy bitch?" Ben growled as he squeezed Mom's ass, shoving her straight into his hard cock. "Damn, that thing is on fire!" he said with a big grin, feeling her heat through his pants and he knew it was all for him. His sexy Mom was horny. “She and I are close friends, «Дедушка», and I think most likely it will stay that way. She’s not Orthodox, and while a bit of chrism can resolve that, you know she would have to believe before that could happen. And you know Vladyka would examine her closely before chrismating her for the purpose of me making her my wife.”“Is there nothing you can do about that?”“Beyond the witness of my life and taking her to church? No. You know it’s not possible to argue someone into believing. You told me. A second groan escaped my lips and I feared whom I had ended up in bed with - imagining some horrid options.The person behind me wiggled closer and I felt warm soft flesh press into my back, the hand had disappeared from my ass and now returned beneath the blanket. My hairy hard butt was being generously fondled and I was too sore and numb to move.Lips kissed the back of my shoulder and I felt her large breasts press into my lower back. Then a hairy dampness pressed into the back of one thigh.