I coaxed them to move their chairs closer to me, and when settled raised both their skirts enough to reveal their pussies to my view. Angela did reall... have a “shaven haven” as she’d said, compared to my wife’s pussy which had a strip of pubic hair left above her slit, the rest shaven also. For about thirty minutes I slowly fingered them both, whilst remaining aware of where we were, and careful not to raise any suspicions by my movements. At the same time I kept up a dialogue, asking both. It really helps me get in the mood, so do give it a go!)(Author's P.P.S: The more astute readers may notice that the story is filled with a large number of cinematic references to classic films of the genre, in this case Westerns- have fun spotting them!)Fort Worth, Summer 1879It started, as it always seemed to, with a drink.It had been a hard run, and a long run. They had left San Antonio in the early morning as usual, twenty men in trail denims, open shirts and stetsons with rugged, young. Ass-ass-in (Assassin I was trying to be funny, work with it.) found himself out cold face down with a broken jaw to wake up to. They were also picking up some of the teeth that had fell out of his mouth also. The poor fool bit his tongue very hard too. Blood was pouring out of his mouth also.“Chazzo stop this! Your men are trying to kill me, as even an unarmed man I can, and will begin killing any man coming at me. I promised you earlier that I would do this, until the other men within this. At grammar school, with no girls to play with, I decided to butch up. The bullying stopped. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way of conforming. At 12 I began to masturbate but always to the idea of dominant males. I began to believe that the only way they would even consider me as a sexual partner would be if I appeared to be female. So I started to wear my mother's clothes and soon began to love girdles and suspender belts and stockings. Best of all was her wedding dress...I saw.