I took off her blouse and started pressing her boobs over her bra. Slowly I had removed her bra. Started sucking the boobs. She started moaning heavil...y. She was caressing my hair. While I was sucking her boobs I started pressing her bums over the petticoat. She kept moaning heavily.I took of her petticoat. Kept pressing her bums over her panty and started licking her pussy over her panty. Her panty is already wet and I could smell her juices from the panty. As I kept licking her pussy over her. Billy glanced over towards his voluptuous wife’s 36DD-26-35 body and smiled. Daisy Mae’s killer 5’6”, 135 pound body would put most professional models to shame. She is what many men would refer to as a ‘walking wet dream’ and Billy was grateful to have her as his wife.After the wedding she had changed into a pair of blue jean cut off shorts, for the trip, along with a pink tube top and a button down shirt which she tied just below her ample DD breasts. The outfit showed off her toned little. She moved so that she was facing me, and began to lick my cum off her hand, staring me provocatively in the eyes."Was that good, sir?" she asked."Oh, very good," I choked out. She reached her hand down to my belly and rubbed the remaining come on me, then moved down to lick it off."Oh sir," she breathed between licks, "please let me suck you. May I suck you?" Her hand on my balls brought my cock back to life, and I shivered with pleasure."Oh yes," I said. "Suck me, Shannon, suck me." Her mouth. Therefore, I would not get a fair deal when putting in a claim for a receipt. More likely, I would get a bullet in the back. The next day, I talked to some other people and got the same advice, so I said to hell with Denver and planned to move on. Upon reflection, I decided to head back to Cheyenne. At least, the marshal there was honest.The next day, I headed north toward Cheyenne and made the trip in eight days. My trip to Denver had been educational in many respects, but I sure liked it.