I could feel my breasts moving up and down my chest againstthe constraints of my bra. I could feel the tug of the stockings onmy garters as I walked ...along. The feel of my stockinged thighsrubbing against each other under my nylon slip. The feel of mysmooth, silky blouse on my shoulders and arms and just the way mywomen?s clothes felt in general. Even the soft breeze under my skirtfelt wonderful. Just carrying a purse over my shoulder made me feelvery womanly. I never felt anything like. Dodge City was as busy as Kansas City had been, it just wasn’t as big and wasn’t as up to date on a lot of luxuries. The railroad split the town almost in half and the south side was mostly shacks and tents. Among these were saloons, gambling halls and whorehouses. The north side of the tracks was wide streets and big businesses.Front street ran through the main part of town, and such notable businesses on the ‘good’ side of the tracks were, The Long Branch Saloon, Mueller’s Boot Shop, Hoover’s. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass before breakfast." I whispered in her ear as my first finger went slid up her shitter to the knuckle. "Hurry the fuck up." My middle finger made a few full strokes then pulled out. Remembering what she said last night. I rolled her over on her stomach, a dragged her hips to the edge of the bed and spread her cheeks then buried my tongue. Vannessa anal ring was pink, brown and delicious. Squeezing and pulling her cheeks apart hard my tongue switched back and. Right away, I didn't think it was a good idea because she told me her parents were "just dying" to meet me. I figured it was much better to avoid parents of a girl you had just shoved your cock into inside a darkened movie theatre on a "first date".Her mother was short.I mean like real short. I remembered wondering if she would qualify as a true "little person" or just a normal woman with a very short stature. Her father was taller than me and he had a pronounced "beer belly" that made the rest.