Sometimes Lynn and I would sit and talk for hours about what Bill had done to us. Early on she’d figured out what her fetish did to her, but she had... still seen that dick in her head and it had caused sexual arousal. And worse, it took her months before she figured out a way to get control of it. Even hating Bill the way she did, sometimes it seemed to take over her mind. ‘I know what you’re thinking,’ she said. She was reading my mind again. God! She knew me so well. ‘Yeah, I guess you do.’. She watched the erotic interracial coupling of her friend with the black waiter. Julie saw Miriam watching and just smiled at her as she continued her energetic lovemaking. Miriam fitfully went back to sleep but she had visions of black men between her own loins. Was it the intense heat of the jungle that made her dream these things?*******The next day, Miriam was already dressed as she left for breakfast. Julie was still in bed resting up from her previous night's love session.After breakfast,. The cowboy calmly reloaded his pistol, stuck it in his holster, settled his hat firmly on his head, and passed out! That last whiskey had finally caught up with him.The bounty hunters laughed and ordered a beer. Meanwhile, the swamper dragged the unconscious cowboy out to the street to sleep it off. From the looks of things, it was a typical night in a western saloon.Since they were there, and the bartender was available, they asked if he knew of any business they might be interested in. Other. It was almost as if the sound of giggles or laughter was derision of their manly impressiveness. I thought they might expect a well-behaved woman like me to applaud their size or beauty of presentation like one of those macho clods that constantly ogled a nubile female’s bum at every opportunity.This past Friday was a good example.I had scurried from my primary job which I hated with a passion to my new assignment as the “fitting room girl” and found the place buzzing with excitement due to the.
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