She begins grinding George’s ol’ pile drivin pecker pole up against her hot bathing suit covered crotch slot and sliding it between her ass cheeks... before again looking at her daddy square in the eyes while pulling the material to the side of her pussy and handing George a bottle of baby oil and orders the old perv to slather her ass in it and grease her up good she says before guiding in the lucky bastards swollen dick head and saying,“Here daddy, watch me ride!”Soon Mr. Ballsner is using the. The distance from Albuquerque to Prescott meant another week on the trail. A lot of the trip was across desert and high chaparral with fewer water holes, more than one night he made a dry camp. He carried three large canteens on the pack saddle plus his personal one hung on his saddle. Every water hole he found he made sure all the canteens were full before leaving. His packs contained food for the horses, a mixture of dried oats and corn. Dillon would add a little water to the feed, it helped. I tried to reach for his head only to have him grab my wrist and hold them to my sides. I tried to squirm away and couldn't get no where. Larry raised his self up with my legs on his shoulder, he pushed then back towards my head as he moved up my naked body. Suddenly it became clear to me what he intended to do when his penile head poked my now up turned butt. Before I could protest, Larry had sunk the head of his man hood into my bottom, I let out a yelp as he forced half his penis into wet. "I'll go in the booth next door, and you suck me off. But the point is that I want you to put on a show so the guy/guys in the other booth can see you through the glory hole. And I want you let me cum in your mouth and all over you tits." You looked at me and smiled as you nodded hesitantly. "Okay you said." We stood and moved the bench up. I said, "I'll be in this booth." I tapped on the left wall, and quickly exited the booth. Just when I was closing the door, a guy entered the booth on the.