We lay like that for a few minutes, kissing and caressing each other.“Jon, you’re still lovely and big and hard for me,” she smiled.“Of course..., always,” I said, burying my face in her tits.“Jon, you’re my big stud now,” she said. Now I really felt good.“And you’re my busty MILF slut,” I replied. She giggled.“Jon, I have to tell you something, I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore,” she said. I was intrigued.“What is it?” I asked.“My husband, Chris. He knows. I mean he knows I mess around. Fair enough. I appreciate that. I’ll need to handpick a sheriff or marshal or constable or something to help enforce what laws we have. Thank you again for that.“Tell me, those ladies with you ... are they your wives or someone else’s? I’m just not sure about the family dynamics of your caravan or clan or tribe or whatever. Would you care to elaborate, because more than a few ladies and gents here are curious about some members as to, well, marriage and other prospects,” Emma intimated to me. "Ok Robert, what can I do for you?" Britney said, gesturing him over to a chair by the snack table. He sat down gingerly, his tall frame still not equal to Britney's short stature. Britney felt like she was in the midst of a giant.Robert cracked a smile at Britney's comment, a very hideous looking smile that caused his lips to crackle some as they peeled back from his yellow teeth."Oh, you can do a lot. Trust me," Robert said, again in a very deep toned voice.Britney couldn't help but feel a. Julia was already in bed, looking very pale. I nodded to Minah who started to shoo the other attendants away then spoke to Baroness Pamela myself. "I think we should just get some rest, now." The Baroness looked at me and nodded, moving to follow the others who were departing. When she was gone, I dropped my own dressing gown and slid into bed beside Julia. "Are you all right?" I asked now in my turn. "Yes," she said, trying a small smile. It didn't work very well, .