She slowly pushed me backwards onto the bed, straddling my waist, her hands falling either side of my head as she kissed me hard. I gently slid my han...ds down her sides, feeling her shiver and hearing her soft breathing hitch in her throat. Beckas hands moved to the top button of my shirt and slowly undid it, her lips moved to my chest and she kissed her way down my body until she had finished undoing my shirt, I sat up slightly as she pushed the shirt away from my body and fell into a soft heap. I was already partially hard. I told her I was a bit drunk and had thought she wasn't home so her uncle was letting me crash on her couch. she said not a problem. We sat on the couch for a while chatting.She told me about her new tatoo. I asked to see it and at that she put her hand between her legs and pulled up he shirt. It was just above her pussy.She said she doesn't wear underware to bed...She put her shirt back down and aksed if I wanted to watch a movie, I went over and pulled out. "As his breathing returned to a state where he could talk Webster said, "That was her first fuck! Before she had only had dildos inside her. Imagine how good she will be when she learns more. There is a Sutra Master on the way to instruct her further. We are forging a powerful weapon in this young body. With it we will achieve even more than with magic alone."Sitting up now he stroked across her Mound of Venus caressing her clitoris to watch her squirm."You once offered him to me and I. Still, it was too dangerous to cross with the heavy wagons and they sent out scouts upriver and down river to look for a less dangerous ford to cross the muddy water.Margaret went with the group that scouted the downriver direction handing her revolver to the mother and telling her to try not to use either of the bullets unless it was absolutely necessary. The mother was battle-scarred from encounters with renegade Indians and the bandits that had hit the wagon train more than once.Margaret’s.