“My darling Miranda, I do not wish to leave you. I will rush back to your side as quickly as I can.”The battle wasn’t over but it was clear that... we’d lost the war. As we talked into the night, we became convinced that it was too early for the Battle of Little Bighorn. But it still wasn’t safe.“I’ll send a message and warn Custer,” Jason said. “I can’t let my fellow soldiers march into their death without warning them.”“Didn’t you learn anything from trying to save Lincoln?” I shot back. “To. Since my cock was already lubricated with her juice I lined my dick up to her asshole."no! Not there. I've never been fucked up the ass. It'll hurt too much". "it'll get better. Trust me" since it was her first anal I went slow. I put the head in which made her tear up and wince in pain. Her ass muscle was squeezing my head to the point of almost pain but upmost pleasure. I slide my rod in a bit more till fully buried deep in it. Her winces became more of moans as it got deeper and her muscles. Would we all make it through this road trip? Hell, it could even be would the football team make it through the regular season to play-offs?Before I could frame an all-encompassing reply, Robbie spoke up, "Of course you won't survive. Everything dies. Even the thing between you two. Even the Sun's gonna die. I figure you'll last a week, maybe two after that."I squeezed Tami's hand again. A million years, give or take. I guess I can live with that.The drive to Cheyenne and Curt Gowdy State Park. Once again the hostess and Lady Anne Tarleton descended the stairs together. “Are you going to dance all night?” Anne asked Lenora.“I shall save out two dances for rest periods,” Lenora responded. “Look!” She showed her dance card with the fourth and seventh lines filled out ‘sit.’ Seeing those, Anne could also see that the eighth dance was marked, ‘Dorwich.’“Very wise,” Anne said. She now needed no trickery to know which dance was a waltz. At the bottom of the stairs, she recognized several.