.. "Which one are you?" I asked, without answering her question. If she was who I thought she was, she already knew the answer.She smiled, and it was ...truly a beautiful expression, enhanced, somehow, by the scar running down her right cheek. I had heard the stories of the epic struggle Steve Hastings and his bodyguards had survived to get his first product on the market, and before she replied, I knew the answer to my question."I am Jun. I see you know our reputation."If the reputation I knew. Especially when they're both five ten and have impossibly large firm titties. Not to mention that they were squeezing each other's titties and pinching each other's nipples. Did I mention that they had only recently learned how to french kiss? I thought I had forgotten that.Their performance was a dick inflator from the word go, and by the time Shaeta had Katia on her back again, working on her titties from above, I was ready for another round."Shaeta, lick her pussy," I said."But we've never. OH GOD BABY I AM COMING...OH...OH...OH YESSSSSSS. My face was completely covered by her pussy juice and then like a raving lunatic she shoved me onto my back and straddled my cock. She grabbed hold and slid herself down hard letting out a big scream as if she were in pain. She started rocking back and forth and I felt her pussy grab my cock hard. I have never felt anything like this before. Up and down she rode, faster and faster, harder and harder. All my dreams of fucking my mother were. I sold the cattle for a reasonable price and pocketed the 10% that I was allowed as the sales agent. Mr. Johnson still made a nice profit on the cattle, especially since he had none of the expenses of driving them to market.The next day was quiet, but the following evening I was sitting in a saloon having a bottle of Mexican beer when four men walked in. Uh-oh, this looked like trouble when one of the men talked to the bartender. That worthy pointed me out, and the four men started walking.