For the umpteenth time that night, I let loose a moan that had to be heard for quite a distance. It included another orgasm.Her left hand was stroking...Chuck as her right one fingered me. I looked at her. Her long dark hair fell on both sides of her beautiful face as if to frame it. Her dark eyes flashed as I climaxed from her touch. I added to my pleasure by moving my hand as to milk my titties pulling on my nipples as I finished each stroke. She leaned forward leaving her slender fingers in my. " Hell," dad swore "at his age I was climbing lampposts in the hope of seeing a bit of naked female flesh."That I could well believe of my father, but I was still none the wiser as to why he had decided that Tony was gay, so I repeated my question and this time got a straight answer. It seemed that dad had been 'entertaining' a woman and Tony had walked in on them accidentally, he'd got quite an eyeful of dad's lady friend apparently and hadn't even raised a smile let alone anything else and it. Running my hands up her beautiful legs until I reached her knickers. Gently easing them from under her and pull them down to her ankles. Then start by kissing her knees and making my way up her legs to her inner thighs. My hands clasping her wonderful bottom, and squeezing them every time I kiss her. When I get to the top I would ease her legs apart and start kissing and licking her lips. Circling them and gently moving to the centre. One hand would come and help. Rubbing her clit gently in. 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 horses and rifles slung over their backs, whipping three hundred head of cattle through the dust and heat of the Hill Country, over the dry ranges and cracked creek beds, heading north to the markets and the bars of Kansas. John had been riding in the vanguard, his usual position, Winchester repeater in his hand ready for any.