Please don't be Rich. I tentatively reached for the door and cracked it open. I peered through the crack and saw him standing there smile on his face ...and two plates in his hand."Howdy Alyssa. I thought I would bring you dinner. You took off like you didn't seem to feel well. I thought you might not feel like going to the mess hall."Without waiting for a response, he pushed the door open with his shoulder and made his way past me to the table. He set the plates down and pulled out both. He turned to hide it the best he could as he scooted under the covers with his back to her.His heart was throbbing as she got under the covers and when she scooted over to press her breasts against his back he almost panicked. If he thought that was stimulating, when her hand reached over him and slipped into his pajama bottoms to grasp his young erection, he started feeling lightheaded.“Hmmm, I see you liked looking at your Auntie. You have a nice one. Have you ever used it with a girl. You have a farmer tan she added with a laugh. Wonder why ? I joked. I stood to hang my boxers on a branch to let them dry, my naked cock waving in the breeze. Erica couldnt help to look, not avoiding or starring at it. I motioned for her to stand up. As she did she faced me, looking up into my eyes. You dont have to anything you dont want to do, ever. I ordered. I know she said. With that she hung her bra up on another branch and put her arms down at her side. It was the first full look at her. “You gotta stop teasing me like that, Mr. Paul O’Dell.”“And if I don’t, what you gonna do, Mrs. Paul O’Dell.”She looked at me kind of funny.“That’s the first time you called me Mrs. Paul O’Dell. I like the sound of that.”“Paul!” Mick came riding back to us.”“What’s wrong?”“Would you scout up ahead, I think we’ve got a problem.”“More outriders?”“I don’t know. Maybe Indians.”“Indians? Around here?“I know, but it’s possible. With more white people moving West after the war and the gold and all. We.