.." I replied quickly.“Imagine you could have this cock buried deep in your nice wet pussy. It would probably feel good to have it inside you. Imagi...ne a thick cock like mine pushing between those soft pussy lips, slowly spreading them apart...”The bastard was teasing me so bad. I felt my cunt going wetter and wetter now. I started to think he was right: I would love a piece of hard dick buried deep in my horny cunt…“Is your pussy getting wet thinking about it, Ana…?" Maybe…” I just replied,. I only drank a couple of shots to warm my innards. The rest of the time I sipped a mug of beer. Bob walked into the saloon at nine so I joined him on the rest of his rounds. Bob had settled into his position as sheriff nicely, and was hugely popular with the town's citizens. Bob's knowledge of the law and his even handed approach even gained the respect of the rough-neck miners and cowboys. We were sitting at the Flat Iron Saloon having a cup of coffee when I told Bob that I was thinking about. I became dizzy,staying up on my knees became difficult. I fell flat on my face pantingfor breath that I couldn't take in. A moment later blackness overcame me.When I open my eyes again Stan was looking down at me. I was lying on myback and my corset had been ripped open. I was breathing normally but thelook on Stan's face told me that wasn't always the case.When he saw I was looking up at him he said, "Jesus girl you scared theshit out of me. I thought I lost you."Stan looked really worried,. The vibrations of the car engine were making the feeling more intense. I started to pump my fingers inside my pulsating pussy harder and faster. Just as i was about to cum the traffic started moving. ‘SHIT’ i quickly sucked my fingers dry and made my way home. I pulled onto the driveway and I could see ben through the kitchen window with just a towel around his waist. It was unreal how much i wanted him there and then. i grabbed my phone from my bag dialled the home number and ordered him into.