The impact of thirteen copses heading to boot hill at the same time was spectacular to say the least. However, it was a matter of celebration in the t...own and out on the prairie which was quite different than the shock felt back east in civilized society.Dixie always traveled with Manuel and Pablo at her side where ever she went because there were a string of hotshot young guns that wanted the title of being the one that shot the "Killer Sheriff" of the west. It was strange that folks back east. "The little cunt drained my balls dry," Chalmers huffs. His softening cock pulls back, leaving my pussy to feel empty and barren. Except it isn't. I feel his seed oozing from my love-hole, collecting in a puddle on the floor. I turn back just in time to see another cock poking through the hole. "Dmitri's turn. Let the Russian do his thing." I think the voice is Chalmers', but I can't be sure. Gripping near the base of his shaft with one hand, I stare at it. It's thicker than Chalmers', a little. She came up again behind him. How could a ghost from two hundred years ago take this form? She seemed not to have stopped laughing the whole time. “It can’t be. Mari’s part of a dream I had about The Vagabond Poet.” He kept turning around in the chest-deep water trying to keep the woman in front of him as she swam circles.“And if I were Mari, I’d be a hundred and eighty years old. Who would you like me to be? Judith? Rebecca? Or are you still thinking of Lissa?” He watched as each of the women. ”I pulled out and stroked my cock until a stream of cum sprayed all over the blonde’s face. She took some in her mouth like a good slut should, but I also got some on her nose, on her glasses and in her hair.When I was done, I grabbed a robe for Sarah and gently put it on her. I then said, “Sarah, go get me a drink of water from downstairs.”“Excuse me,” she asked surprised by the demand.“You heard me,” I said.“No way,” she responded defiantly.I smiled and said, “Look, I am thirsty and need a.