Their soft but firm thighs clutched each other. Gradually their movements became more urgent. The caresses and kissing gave way to potent pelvises thr...sting hard and rhythmically.Now their lean, muscular, gorgeously shaped backs were arching, working on their orgasms. Cum after cum after cum visibly shuddered through them as each rubbed her clit on the other’s thigh. Their senses had clearly shot into the stratosphere. It was hard to work out whether they were having a series of climaxes or one. The trellises covered in grape vines ran in neat rows for acres. The netting we used to keep the birds at bay, fluttered slowly in the breeze. I stopped at the first row and drew in a deep breath. The smell was sweet and earthy. The vines here in the city of Spring, just north of Houston, were much younger than the main vineyard near Bend, north of Austin in the Texas Hill country. I had planted and nurtured these vines myself. My father had turned the private vineyard his father and. "Yes, Ma'am of course," he responded. John rolled onto his back and I took my place on my hands and knees over him. I kissed my husband deeply as Jeremy slipped his thick hard rod back inside me. The young stud's pace had slowed from his early performances and now his long deep strokes were quickly forcing me to the bring of explosion. John, knowing my body better than even I do, took control of the situation and directed the bull to stop pumping and just grind against my ass with his cock. I got two with the shotgun, one with my pistol, and my dog got one from the wagon’s seat. The owner sent a boy for the undertaker. Please see to the collection of the valuables from the bodies and return them to me. I’ll pay for the undertaker to bury them because I don’t believe in leaving garbage in the street.” The man stares at me for a moment, slowly nods, and walks back out. Stripping the dead is standard practice in this time and place.Miguel says, “The Town Marshal, he waits for orders.