I made sure the girls were all down within the car and not exposed. I considered running for the house to get my .22 magnum rifle, but knew I would be... exposed, so I pulled the Trooper's Glock and looked it over. I checked to see if there was a round in the chamber and there wasn't, so I slid a round in and kept a constant swivel head to make sure no one would come up on me. With the two girls with me, and Jeff in the house with his rifle, I figured we might be able to spot trouble before it got. " she heard him say and turned to see him staring at her holding up his coat. His shirt was pulled up and his zipper was open all the way down to his crack... creamy white globs of fresh-spurted cum clung to the hairs of his big fat hairy belly and pooled in the folds of his crotch. His big ballsack slouched on the bench and his thick cum-glazed cock drooped to the side from its nest of long salt 'n' pepper jizz-matted pubes. "C'mon slut, you know the drill.."Lisa didn't have much choice. The. She loved the way it felt as her lips stole over the veined surface. Bobby went wild as Mrs. Fargo’s lips moved up and down his tender rod. He looked at her kneeling there, huge breasts pendulous, thick erect nipples pointing at the bed. He stroked her back, her lovely firm ass then her legs. He slid his hand lovingly over her soft, smooth skin while her lips slid tenderly up and down his throbbing shaft. ‘I’m so close!’ he gasped, his hips rocking, fucking his penis into Mrs. Fargo’s. We had a carnival come through town. And they had all the common things. A mysterious madam and her crystal ball. A tent for adults only. The bearded lady. Some kind of ferocious looking monkey with a big red butt. That they called the lion killer. And there was a big cage with a boa constrictor in it. Just off the side of it as I passed by, I noticed there was a poster on one of their wagons of some kind of a Eastern Mystic. And what was he doing? Well of course, He was sitting on top of a.