When I asked about the conversation with Mrs. Beauregard, Mary just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. Obviously, Mary had not made much of an... impression. For whatever it might be worth, we never saw the Beauregards again.It was about two hours later that six men rode up to the wagon. As it happened, Mary was by herself. I had stopped off to take a crap, and had not caught up to her, yet. Mary did not fool around when the men rode up. She halted the mules and pulled her revolver, but. “ Just how I like my men ready and waiting in anticipation !”Jenny dropped her panties“ Ok ready for some fun ?” she straddled me and took a handful of ice and rolled some cubes around her nipples they erupted and stood out hard as nails they were enormous she was very proud of them“ I’m told my nipples are one of my best features I try to keep them in good shape “Jenny dropped her breasts and I was quick to suck the chilled delights I bit them in turn she repeated the ice trick and I continued. The heat, the moisture, her groans all blended together. Had fucking changed that much since I got married? Had it ever been like this? I positively burned as I thrust forward. She matched me thrust for thrust, taking me deep inside her, my balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass noisily. Her head tossed from side to side, whimpering noises escaping her throat. I said nothing but closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, not of making love, but of fucking. It felt like I’d never done this. Ok, back to my cherry getting popped ;) ... As I was saying , I had an overnight in the Big Apple and something about NY always made me feel so, so horny and I always felt like I could fulfill my deepest fantasies there and no one would know about it. That evening after a nice dinner alone, all the while while eating, I kept squeezing my thighs together as I was thinking of MEN using me like a girl and fucking my ass and mouth like a true slut, I decided to take a walk up to the Plaza Hotel.