I got into position and slipped my cock into Sylvia’s pussy as she sang ‘Here comes Santa Claus’ softly. That made me smile. Sylvia apparently c...ould tell that I was smiling because of the crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes that were crinkling.This really was a Christmas fantasy for her and she loved every inch of it too. I enjoyed her softness, her firmness, and her willingness to allow me to impregnate her. She had absolutely no idea as to who I was either. As I made love to Sylvia she told. My cousin was one lovely woman, albeit an eighteen year old woman. I may not have taken girls out much, but I wasn't blind. I knew a beautiful body when I saw one. Steph had one, a beautiful body that is. And, she darned well knew how to show it off as well as when and where.Flaming red hair framed a face that was even more beautiful than that of Maureen O'Hara. Her torso, especially her chest, had males lusting after it. She had a butt that put Betty Grable to shame. Her legs were the long,. A small group of men were having some kind of argument as they walked towards me. They were still three hundred yards away, so I turned back down the hill after scooping up the .308 brass, and my empty magazines. I put the A700 and my M4 under the canvas cover on the wagon bed, pulled out my Indian rifle in its leather sleeve, and retied the covers on the wagon. I started back up the hill trying to hold the Indian rifle cradled in my right arm leaving my left hand free. Just before reaching the. The policeman ordered them to strip naked, and it became apparentthat one of them could only be in her mid-teens. No longer a child, yetnot quite a woman either judging by the modest development of her breasts.She submitted tearfully as the policemen fitted her into the same wristand neck stocks as Jessica and Kate wore.The other native was very different, she was a mature woman, perhaps30 years of age, an exotic brown-skinned beauty, with a fine cheek-bonesand dark fiery eyes beneath shapely.