“Hmm…” I moaned approvingly as their warm hands reached my crotch.Vandana was not shy anymore and she first touched my genitals by cupping my cl...an-shaven scrotum gently in her warm palm and caressing it softly. At the same time, Aunty Sheen started to caress my thick dick head with her thumb, teasing my ultra-sensitive glans and making my thick, big dick ache with tension. “Aunty…” I moaned her name, letting her know that she was teasing me.“Go on, Vendy. Taste it.” Aunty Sheen said to her. I holstered my pistol and picked up the other shotgun from the floor of the passenger compartment.With considerable care, probably wasted, considering the minimum thickness of the coach’s walls, I looked out of the open door. I saw a man with a rifle climbing on a horse. He was obviously running away and did not even look at the coach in the process. Hell, the man was so close that I did not bother with the shotgun. I drew my pistol with my left hand and shot the man in the back as he tried to. Big daddy's going to let you ride the horsie, little girl... !"Karen did, never hesitant, but still more or less tongue-tied, the warm, masculine taste of his lust-inciting cock-secretion wildly inflaming her. She hadn't quite understood what he wanted her to do... 'ride the horsie'... and she waited, watching as he dropped onto his back, his long rod of thick hardness towering ceilingward. Then, she knew!"Oh Don, I can't take it that way at first!" she shied, her long blonde hair and full. Gary and Henderson began to chuckle."Hey, that's the rule," Henderson maintained. Mat reached up and grabbed hold of her panties and yanked them off. Damn, she wasn't any more exposed then before, although I bet Mom felt like she was. I doubt she'd ever gone out without underwear, so having her panties off even with a skirt on, must have made her feel very exposed and helpless. Gary dealt a hand, then she looked at her cards in distress. While she was looking, Mom felt a hand on her leg and.