If you ever find yourself in a shooting contest, ask if the man you are shooting against ever served with Morgan, the old wagonmaster. If he was one o...f Morgan's riflemen, you might as well swallow your ball and cap your powderhorn. Not since Cresap's time, way back in '75, had I ever seen such shooting. I thought I was pretty good, but those men could dot the I's on a printed page at a hundred paces.One night it really did look like we had the British on the run, but then at dawn we ran up. My hands were massaging her thighs. And slowly from inside the camisole I rubbed her stomach and slowly my right hand contented her one full ball in i.e. Pressed it and took the nipple between my fingers. She was enjoying it. Her lips were red and thick. I went in deep kiss. My hand slowly rolled down her panties and she drew it fully. And thaw it to the shore. Like mini minis fuzzy too had thick hair. I put my finger in it and slowly started fucking with the finger. I took her one hand on my. Nothing at all. That hurt me too. I suppose I got a little bit angry thinking about that and by the end of the date it was all I could do to keep snippy comments out of the conversation. I did notice that she mentioned one particular coworker several times. His name came up more than once and she seemed to act different when mentioning him too. I knew that the guy was the owner’s son and was in charge of several departments. Paige didn’t work under him, but in a way he was her boss still. After. I put just the tip of my finger inside and was surprised how good that felt as well as the rubbing of my lips.I was also surprised by how slippery it was in there. It made it easy to slip even more of my finger inside. Having the finger in there made me feel full. Almost like I needed to use the bathroom from the back. I knew that I didn't, and the feeling wasn't really the same, it was just sorta how it felt.As I moved my finger in and out it felt even better. As Jennifer promised it felt.