The hand clasped over her mouth and the whispered words, almost made Penelope panic. And then Jessie was between her legs, lying atop her, and Penny had a sudden memory flash:<br/><br/><em>It had been their wedding night. Joseph and Penelope had married in a splendid ceremony in the church. But Joseph was still apprenticed to the Master Farrier, Old Jebediah Kendrik, and Penelope still lived with her Ma and Pa. Penny was just seventeen, Joseph eighteen, the wedding had been sanctioned by both their parents as a match, and the fact that they were in love was, frankly, irrelevant.<br/><br/>And now, on their wedding night, Joseph had led young Penny to the loft he slept in above the forge. A small cramped space, and on the other side of a thin wooden partition, Old Jeb was snoring away. Jeb was a widower these past five years, and had no mind (so he said) to take on another mare at his time of life. <br/><br/>The two had undressed as quietly as they could, but when Joseph had lain atop Penny and she had felt his manhood she couldn't resist a soft cry of surprise. "Oh my! Joseph", she whispered, "It's so big, how is it ever going to fit?" Penny was a virgin of course, as was Joseph, but the two of them were farm bred and raised around horses, dogs and cattle. They knew what went where, they were just inexperienced.<br/><br/>Penny had used her hand to guide Joseph's male member into her womanhood, causing him to sigh softly with pleasure. But then she hit an obstruction. Her maidenhead was still intact, and she could feel pain as her new husband pushed against it. "Oh... Oh Joseph, it hurts, it's tearing m-UMPH!" Her voice had become louder and Joseph, hearing the snores from the other side of the partition stutter had pressed a warm, gentle but firm hand over her mouth. <br/><br/>He thrust hard suddenly and Penny let out a muffled squeal of pain into the palm of his hand, which rappidly became a sigh of pure bliss. And so it had been every night from then on, until Old Jeb passed away and left the forge to "The quietest newly-weds ever" - according to the wording of his will.</em><br/><br/>Memory rolled over her. The person on top of her smelled like Joseph, and was behaving like Joseph. Penny's hips reacted the way they always had, pressing up against the body that lay between them.<br/><br/>And then another voice intervened, that of a Missouri woman Sesesher, hands easd them apart, and Penelope, disgusted with herself for allowing memories to trick her so, rolled away from  them both, saying not another word. In truth, she missed Joseph terribly. Missed his strong arms around her, missed his warm mouth on hers and his hard maleness inside her.<br/><br/>And then the two of them started making noises. Penny could not tell whether they were faked or genuine, but the wagon rocked slightly to their movements. Penny groaned softly and slipped a hand between her thighs in a way she had not done for years, finding her own sensitive places and touching them, hoping for some relief from the burning, sinful lust that she now felt.<br/><br/>