Of course, that was doomed experiment in the Texas of that era and she had to be satisfied with their restraint from unacceptable violence unlike most... of their Panhandle kin that had the reputation of being a wild bunch and to be given a wide berth when they were in their cups.Sure, they had the heathen Indians tracked down and trapped on top of the Mesa, but they were not in custody in any stretch of the imagination and it looked like the closing of this sage would be a mite bit longer than. I played with it all a full day before I heard from Harold. "I have decided to have our little date on the pontoon boot. You know where I keep it, so you can just meet me there."Since I don't want to ride the trike after dark, I think I'll rent a car. So don't be surprised to see me pull up in a strange car." I said."Do you want me to pick you up somewhere?" he asked."No as soon as you feel you got your bribe, I want to leave. Harold this is not love, it's a business transaction." I said."Don't. Fuck him!" I demanded, "Fuck my husband up the ass!" Jerome screwed my husband with deep smooth strokes, massaging his rectal innards with his full ten or so thick inches. My fingers were still oily and now I slid a slippery finger into Jerome's crack, searching for his asshole. Finding it, I buried the finger up his ass, then a second finger. He looked me in the eye. He may've been gay, and I may've been a woman. But he sure seemed happy digging his cock up my husband's asshole while I dug my. “I want to bite her fingers and scratch her thighs,” she moaned between pig-like snorts. “I want to drown her in my cunt as I tell her she’s almost a good girl. I want to fuck her harder than you’ve ever fucked me.” Abby was cumming before all the words were out of her mouth. I let my body weight pin her to the mattress and glanced into the bedside mirror and saw myself with one hand in her hair and the other in her snatch as she shook and screamed out her pleasure. I kissed her and she.