.well, now you're gonna get it! But first...we're gonna have some fun..."His hand stopped for a moment then surged forward into my crotch, rubbing, s...queezing. I squirmed and moaned, bucking my hips, not wanting to like it, but loving every bit of being m*****ed. He stopped and laughed as I sat panting in the chair."I think you like this, don't you?"I nodded and then begged to be let go. Truly begged. Sincerely. Aroused but scared. I begged and begged and begged.He stood me up and. Just a little farther on, we found the two horses chomping leaves from the nearest trees. They both looked to be in good shape, so we hitched them to the back of the stagecoach.The third man had a bullet hole in his upper chest, but the fall from his horse must have been what killed him. Anyway, it was not important, so we threw him into the coach's boot and hitched his horse to the rear of the stagecoach. We climbed back to the driver's box and Eddy drove fairly slowly to the relay station.. At this point you push me away from you hard grabbing my shoulders and push me down on the ground sitting on top of me grinding your crotch into my now hard cock, but our trousers are obstructing the feelings you reach down and slowly pull the zip down all the time looking into my eyes as if to say don't fucking move. As you reach inside my trousers you feel my hardness I go to take my trousers off but instead you push me back stand up and remove your own ones then pull mine down to my knees.My. Stephanie smiled at her."I'm hot, too, now," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as she looked at the full-chested brunette.Denise watched wide-eyed as the red-head began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight.Suddenly, she leaned forward and.