" We met at a computer convention. She was just out of college and beginning as a computer analyst for a firm on the coast. We had dinner with some fr...iends that night and I went back to her room. One thing led to another and..."Jan's voice was still full of shock as she asked, "Is she... ?" A diminutive? Yes." And you... you love her?" Yes, we started by calling each other. Then, if you'll remember, about a year ago, I began making a lot of out of town trips." You said they were business." I. He picked up the phone and dialed Jane’s cell. It went immediately to voicemail. Unusual, but not alarming, but still.A few minutes later his phone dinged and he looked at it, thinking that Jane was texting him. They didn’t usually text each other, but they were getting more used to it. Sort of like Yahell messenger or AIM, but on a phone.He sat straight up. It was only one word and it wasn’t from Jane’s phone, it was from Cindy’s:TankersThat could only mean one thing: The Tankers had finally. The mother arrives as soon as the oldest girl is about to achieve climax. Luckily I brought extra equipment. The mother being very angry seeing me do unspeakable thigns to her daughters ass infront of her begins to try and untie herself. A few hits to the face calms her down. I turned the oldest daughters ass to face her family members and begin performing fellatio on her tight asshole.After penetration of her asshole i notice that the rest of the family is responding to the oldest daughters. So, every bless'ed Saturday, them boys come ridin' in at daybreak to tear up our town. They stay all day and into the night, with no kind a' law to slow 'em down nor stop 'em. They insult our wimmen, bust up our onlyest saloon, drink everythin' that come in a bottle and take quick offense if a man so much as looks at 'em funny! They don't even pay for their liquor after the first round, and Moe, the barkeep, counts hisself lucky to git that much!All a' that was before Marshal Marshall come to.