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The mother’s head rested on Maureen’s shoulder as she moaned asking if anyone could walk in or perhaps hear her.“I think we should take you out ...o the main dining room and show you off to the people in there don’t you?” Maureen said.“Please, please, don’t do that, oh my gawd I’m going to cummmmmmm.” Her knees gave way and she toppled over Maureen’s desk her legs still stretched wide as her cunny juice just ran down her legs and my arm. I wanted to fuck her and Maureen knew it. Still holding her. I looked around to see if we were being watched and we seemed to be still quite alone and he without missing a snore rolled over towards me and out it came again looking as if it was smiling at me getting larger all the time! I placed my hand over it to try to keep it safe from the sun as the head was now the size of a large plum. He continued to sleep soundly and began to talk in his sleep saying, "Mavis just do what you do best spread those legs let me fuck you deep". I gently removed my hand. We stood our ground as long as we could, firing volleys with our muskets and then scattered into the woods to watch them trample our tents. I sent all the men I could find back to headquarters. A half-hour later I crept up to a place on the fortress wall where one of the big French shells had buried itself before exploding. Scudding clouds covered the sickle moon, and I felt safe from discovery unless I did something stupid.Before me on the floor of the English fort, wagons were being loaded. I stayed on with two who seemed the most fun and chatted away, allowing my pocket rocket to perform the acts the men suggested and enjoying a prolonged O during which I unintentionally sent the message AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa to my unseen partners. I sent the video to my husband, who replied very enthusiastically the next morning! I planned a time to meet the guys again online the following day. I set up my camera to record again so my husband could watch as these.
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