Again, rolling, pulling, stretching, scraping, her nipples are on fire. All the while, her cunt pours a steady stream of sexual lust; her womanly flu...ds drenching her spread thighs and drip onto the forest floor beneath her.Raising her nipples, pulling them upwards and forcing her onto the tips of her toes, he looks over her shoulders to determine the best placement for the nails. He flattens them, watches each spring back, and then flattens them again.Her heart races and every beat pounds. “This is United States Marshal Eli Crow, himself a Cherokee Indian, out of Tulsa, up in Indian Territory. Some of you may have even read about him in the local papers. There’s been a few articles printed about him and his adventures along with his fellow lawmen partners.“Marshal Crow rides Indian Territory for the Honorable Judge Isaac Parker, ‘The Hanging Judge’ out of Fort Smith, Arkansas.“Marshal Crow, come over here and get ready. These two young men will attempt to time you with their. The images that ran through my mind as I pleasured myself were alwayssimilar. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need. Stan was immediately down on the bed as Denise stood up over him and lowered herself over my hubby’s hard, excited cock. I got up straddling his head and lowered my wet, creamy pussy down for him, and me, to enjoy. I could see Denise fucking Stan in the dresser mirror, she was really pumping him for his cum, her tits bouncing so hard he could hardly hold them. I was squirming around on his face drenching him with all my copious juices along with plenty of Walt’s cum from all my earlier fucking..