I wondered what the barmaid's belly felt like. Her arms looked so flush from afar, I craved their touch on mine. My thoughts turned to a glimpse I had... of her leg from beneath her dress. So lush and sturdy, verdant and thick. -And her tail. My hands slid down my body and I felt myself. So glad I was to be alone, as I quivered and let out a sigh. My thighs held fast with my hands in between, nearly slipping from the water now flowing from me… -I heard something. I sat up and waited to hear it. It needed release. Vigorously, I began to hover over the bedpost, penetrating myself with it rapidly. My internal moisture dampened it even more letting my pussy slide over it in fast strokes. My engorged lips wrapped tightly around the indentation each time I lowered myself, filling my cavity with the point that is used so often. My legs began to shake to the point of not holding myself up anymore. My clit was pulsing in and out severely in an erotic rush as my orgasm finally reached its. Back then it was a slow process compared to now. ‘You paid a fee to the agency and they would take pictures and put them in a book they would send to men in America. The Americans would look you over and read your biography and if they liked you, they would write to you. Eventually, maybe one or two would like you well enough from your letters that they would come and visit you over there. One of them asked me to marry him and I leaped at the chance to come to America. I took American. ...you like that? You like Jason fucking you with his big fucking cock? "Ugggghhhhh......yea.......yesss." Feeling her pussy twitch on me. "When he comes back, he's going to fuck you again. Fuck you with that big cock, fuck you full of his cum baby." "Hey Bob, my Dad says to say Hi, and I can stay as long as you need me." "Fucking great. Who knows how much longer this will take." Slowly pulling out, I positioned myself next to Mary with her head near my crotch. "Climb over me honey.".