The photos forced me to increase the pace of piston like movement of my hand over my cock. Just at that moment the door opened and Maya walked into th...e room. I was stunned to say the least. We looked at each other’s face, me lying on a bed with my cock in my hand and masturbating, and she, watching in an awkward position. I felt like a fool and I also saw a hint of amusement on Maya’s face. I immediately covered me with bed sheet. A smile broke at first and then both of started laughing. “You. Mary Whittle, the widow of the man who started the Indian trouble two days outside Grand Island. They were close to the same age and had become attracted to each other. Her two sons, Johnathon and Abner, got along well with Tom, so that barrier was not really there. The attraction was strong enough that Tom had started taking his meals with Mary and the boys, rather than with the other guards.Since they both were in their late 20s, a few tongues did wag, but were shushed up when the older heads. Her. Through this entire nightmare he was faced with one undeniable truth. He had needed Elizabeth Keen - and she had been there for him. She had sat with him as he'd cried, prepared meals for him that he'd barely touched, made sure he got his concussion checked, and had held him together. Literally... The memory of her holding him tight as he'd sobbed wasn't one he'd soon forget. He'd been embarrassed after, but she had felt so safe that he'd clung to her desperately. He didn't know how he. He removed his finger sliding in and out of her, squeezedup closer to her, and she felt the inside of his thighspressing against the outside of her thighs, and the tipof his hard-on start to poke around her opening. Usinghis free hand to help, she felt him find his target andpush himself in a couple of inches. He sensed the warmthand wetness around the tip of his cock and paused.He always paused at this point, like someone slowlysinking into a nice hot tub for a long soak. He pulledback and.