Mike tentatively licked at the wetness of his hand. It was like some type of switch in his brain flipped and nothing else matter but eating his cum. H...e took another longer lick and another switch flipped; this one demanded that he suck cock. He licked again and this one told him that only hot sluts get cock so he needs to look like a hot slut and have anal sex like sluts do, He took one last lick that told him nothing else in life matters except looking like a hot slut, getting dick and eating. Sometimes she delivered and sometimes she just scammed the poor fool and laughed about it in bed with me later that night.The main card game was already in progress.I saw the sheriff and the bank manager, Mister Hopper sitting next to each other and right across from them were a young gun-slick with tied down irons and a complete stranger wearing Indian-made buckskins that looked almost theatrical to me. I approached the table being careful to keep my back to the wall. They seemed ready to. Lay down onmy back, threw my legs back over my head and lay therewishing with my stiff dick dangling about six inchesabove my face.”“So how’d you figure out how to do it?” Chris asked,still stealing glances at my father’s lovely erection.Dad didn’t acknowledge the admiring looks, but I noticedhis cock pulsing and quivering just a bit, a gleamingdrop of cum welling up at the slit of it’s head, justbegging to be licked off.“It’s not so much a. . Oh, holy shit!" And he stopped stropping his cock over her drooling clitoris, grinding his pubic bone mercilessly against her cunt.Now that it was too late to stop him, Valerie managed to kick her feet loose from the belt of the housecoat. Weakly, her thighs quivering as though she had been gripped by an epileptic seizure, she threw her legs around her father-in-law's tense buttocks and ground her mushy cunt up at him. The fiery swirl of electricity seemed to have coiled itself in a tingling.