Wanita was just sitting on a chair near the hot tub. She didn’t seem pleased with the situation. I was pretty excited that Bridget was going to fuck... me for my silence. I haven’t had a blow job from a couple of teenager’s in years. I was hard as a rock and couldn’t wait to feel her mouth on my rod. I’m just a middle aged over weight guy. It’s not every day you find two hot chicks that are fucking on your property. This was almost too good to be true. I’m sure my wife would give me a free pass. Who you made pregnant ... while she rocks, impaled on your stiffened prod, and makes those noises that convince you she'd rather be doing this with you than any other man in the world.As I had slowly discovered her body on the camping trip, I got to do that all over again now. And she was completely different ... as unknown as she had been back then. Her breasts were different, her posture was different. Even her pussy was different. And of course the bulge that contained our growing child was. Everyone laughed at me, but I was too tired, and in too good a mood otherwise to care.Zuela joined Father and me when we went to speak with Bergoa’s father. The three of us rode the bandits’ horses with their expensive saddles, showing off some of our new wealth. Zuela and I both wore swords in fancy scabbards, compliments of the bandits, and carried a bow with us. Everyone who saw us stared, even Bergoa’s father.“Greetings, Medromar,” Father greeted Bergoa’s father. Then he dismounted from his. If I hurried, I should make it to Texas before the worst of the fighting, and there I would only have to worry about the Comanches. Besides, I had a feeling that bounty hunting might be more profitable in Texas or NMT (New Mexico Territory).If I headed due south, I would have to cross the Red River between Indian Territory and Texas, and the Comanches were very active there, but that would be my best route because of the developed roads through the eastern part of Oklahoma. I decided to chance.