That evening, I called John aside and told him what I had done that day. He had been a long-time friend of the scout and had been especially saddened ...by the murder. When I finished my story, John slapped me on the back in a friendly gesture and walked away into the shadows to be alone for a while.The rest of the trip to Independence was unremarkable. We met no more Bushwhackers and the journey was completed with the whole train coming through unscathed. This was indeed a rarity, and John's. I decided I was going to take something I had wanted for a very longtime. So I greased up my cock nicely and squatted down behind my slut. Ipulled the ropes parting her ass to each side and slowly pulled the buttplug from her ass. Her hole stayed open so I decided to enjoy her tightass whether she like it or not! I squatted over her ass and pushed thehead of my cock against her hole. I started to slowly penetrate her tightass. She was squirming and moaning slightly was I forced the head. She was clearly the dominant partner. Was this what my son wanted? I had to find out.My first reaction was being pissed. Paper and printer ink wasted on loveless porn! Still, the desire of my son to look at pictures like this suggested more. I checked the internet history on his computer and found an adult chat site. He logged on there under the name PurplePleasure. I decided I would get to the bottom of this and be sure. I went to my lap top and signed in at the site under the name. "Did the big, strong human slay a dangerous animal with big, big horns for our dinner?" she said."Laying it on a bit thick aren't you," Pardin said. In his short time among the fairies he had learned a few things. "What do you want?" I'm Shirdee," she said. "I understand that you have a private business arrangement with Fuster and I want in on the deal." Take it up with Fuster," Pardin said. "You don't have anything I want." How about 101 positions guaranteed to drive an elf crazy?" Shirdee.