And making me talk back some smack too."Unhh... why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man? Fucking Muslim women must be...like fucking a dead fish." I said as I put my hands on his butt and pulled him deeper inside.He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out. He pushed my butt sideways and said,"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch."I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first. I had been woken up in the middle of the night to these same moans. The fact that she and Mark were now enjoying a second helping made me jealous. I grabbed my black dildo and decided to have some fun of my own.***The bar was fairly empty for a Sunday during football season. Courtney was sitting at the bar. In a turn of events, she had quit her job bartending for an office job. She wanted to align her schedule with Mark’s so they could spend more time together. She had brought Mark with. I made sure that the horses were safely in the corral and had plenty of food and water. Then, I rode to the ranch where the latest theft had happened and explained the situation. I asked the foreman to bring several riders and I would lead them to the rustled horses. We decided to leave the corpses where they were; I had already stripped them of valuables. I got a receipt for the rustled horses from the ranch foreman and let the other horses into town where I sold them. I then went the the. He could see her lush brown hair hanging over her shoulder, which he loved since he had a preference for brunettes. The way she kept playing with her pussy gave him an instant hard-on, as he watched the way she rubbed and teased her swollen lips with her middle finger. John pulled off his boxers and let the weight of his cock hang free, as he grabbed it and began to stroke it slow and hard, squeezing his shaft and imaging that he was fucking that sweet, tight cunt instead. The woman kept.