For a few seconds she bobbed her hips up and down so that she took in only a few inches of his penis in and out of her pussy.He felt the clenching of ...his hard cock by the powerful muscles of this little girl. He was about to shoot what he knew would be and enormous amount of semen into her pussy. She held his cock in her cunt and shouted, her face up to the ceiling. He felt the cascade of orgasms within her body as her unbelievably tight pussy pulled on his cock. He spewed forth streams of pure. John just chuckled. Coming into the kitchen by the porch door I was temporarily blinded by the brightness of the room. In the middle sat an old looking worn oak board table and chairs for eight. Standing over the stove was a handsome woman of maybe 55 years. She wore a broad welcoming smile that showed her laugh lines and dimples in her cheeks. She looked every bit the farmer’s wife, from her home-sewn dress to her sun bleached blonde hair. ‘Margaret,’ John said robustly, as was his fashion for. But Catherine didn't answer me. She was busy remembering."And, except for me, and maybe one other, I don't ever recall him letting anyone else know about his gift," Catherine said as she sighed."Consequently, I am torn and don't know how to advise you, as far as sharing your gift, or even the knowledge of it. I mean, you have been very open about it with your sister and cousins. And I assume you told Grace, as well," she said.I just nodded when she looked at me for confirmation."So, as to how. You can do it anytime you wish."Later in the morning I asked George to fix a place in the horse cave for archery practice and also asked him to provide a bow and arrows for everyone that wanted them. Taachachi and most of my mates that had time spread the word. I was a little surprised that the new women were the first to say they wanted to learn. There were so many wanting to join that we had to split it up into shifts from the first. By noon a third of the people were learning about the bows.