She pushes her breasts into my chest, rotating them in small circles. Her breathing gets a tad quicker. Standing up next to me with me sitting in the ...chair, she is just a bit taller than me. She reaches over and grabs the bottle of tequila. She pours a measure of the liquid over her right breast right on top of her blouse. Putting the bottle down her hands return to the sides of my head. She pulls back just enough to redirect my mouth to her breast. She pulls me in tight. ‘Bite down! Now. At one stage, when Faye had her back turned, Meg lookedover to me and gave me a cheeky grin that seemed to say, ?Am I having fun orwhat?. This gave me the reassurance I needed, as I was a little concerned.Faye's grim face suggested she was about to dish out a punishment that wasvery likely more severe than Meg has been use to in the past. Once breakfast was over Meg asked politely to be excused to go to the toilet,however Faye told her she would have to wait and instead instructed Meg toreturn. She felt embarrassed; like she was spying on Helen.Her curiosity won out over her misgivings. "Hell, I might as well watch it. See who it is," muttered Sharon as she clicked the VCR back on. The next scene showed Helen sucking the guy's prick, and then, him cumming on her face again. The scenes were evidently made at different times. Occasionally there would be a date/time shown up in the corner of the picture. Sharon was taking a drink of her soda when the scene changed. Helen was sitting in. The men went up to change into their trail clothing, and to claim their weapons. The ladies also went up to change and to pack their bags. Once the men were ready, Bob led them the short walk to the stables. They were fortunate enough to arrive before the stablemen had the opportunity to unhitch the wagons. Well, the buckboard, which was the easiest to handle, had been unhitched; but the big wagons were still teamed up. The horses and cattle were none the worse for wear. In fact the horses'.