My mom’s head was bobbing up and down on my own cock, and I wanted to see him fuck her, so I began sucking the hell out of his big black cock while ...lobbering, all over it. He took it away, after I’d gotten him hard and very wet, and knelt behind my mother. He rubbed it up and down her needy old slit and then without warning, he buried it, to the balls in her wet, hairy, old pussy. I heard my mom moan “oh God, that’s big, holy shit, I can’t take all of that”. The man showed her no mercy as he. “Meanwhile, the original pro-slavers that hadn’t been killed or arrested left town riding fresh horses, stolen from the livery stable, heading east. A drummer, passing through Colorado City, identified the three prisoners that were lynched as members of a pro-slavery group in Tucson. He also provided the names of four other members of the gang. The Town Marshal wrote up the whole incident along with the drummer’s statement and sent it to the Tucson Town Marshal on the next stage.“On the. Dennis whispered to Abi, “Normally a gentleman would let a lady get on the bus before him, but in this case I’m getting on first and you can hope that that young man follows us upstairs.”“So that he can see my pussy as he follows me up the stairs?” Abi whispered back.Dennis had just got to the top of the stairs when he heard the familiar sound of a steel ball landing on a metal based floor. He turned and saw an embarrassed Abigail with one foot on the top deck and the other on the last. “I have missed you so much for so long.” Laura tried to turn head and kiss once again but Greg backed off, closed door for privacy, and led Laura to his living room sofa. Once again they kissed and clutched; both used their hands for intimate search. Both seemed to need proof the other was real. When Laura found her hand between her lover’s legs and gripping his very erect cock she knew reality. Greg spoke, “We could forego dinner, my darling, and feast on each other.” “No, no Greg, I have.