It was mind-blowing. I felt the warmth of her pussy flow from my groin and over my whole body. It was like a head rush. Margie groaned/growled “Fuck... me!” So we did. It was incredible. My cock slid up and down on Dan’s cock like it was in a groove. Margie was sandwiched between us. I kissed her neck and had my hand on her tit. She was incoherently moaning and whimpering. She was breathing heavy. Our cocks alternated against each other. Suddenly, Margie bit on her lower lip and started to. "Pretty vivid dream, I have to say," I said, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice."Ain't no dream," the man said. "You been brought here so's you can hear a story. See, my name's Martin Claymore, but folks always knew me as Marty." Pleased to meet you... I think," I said. "I'm Ray, Ray Temple." I know who you are," Marty said. "It was your'n that put me out there in boot hill back around 1875. Course, that was after I killed their buddy. But he was fuckin' around with the wrong woman and. After a few minutes, he stops and smiles. “That was really good for your first time. It’ll get easier.” “Do you think you’re ready?” he asks with a smile on his face. I nod, trying to appear confident. I lay down on the bed and he kneels over me, naked now. He pulls my panties down and moves one of my feet away from the other. I’m embarrassed to have him so close to me, and I try to close my legs again. With both hands, he holds my ankles. “No, baby. You need to keep these open and just relax.. Our hosts thought it might be a good idea if we were to stay overnight because the villagers were anxious to put on a show for us. They also encouraged us to sleep in the village so we would not have to travel four hours back to the city in the dark.When we got to the village, it was about two o'clock in the afternoon and we got a chance to meet with some of the local people before our four o'clock business meeting. The villagers were so excited to see us, and the k**s in the neighborhood.