He hadn't got the nickname 'stallion' for his abilities with horses.On the way back down they had stopped into Fort Worth, a bustling cattle town on t...e Texas plains where the actual settlement was dwarfed by the vast cattle stockyards surrounding it, and everyone seemed to be either a cowboy or someone trying to fleece the cowboys of their hard earned money. Now John sat in the Longhorn Saloon, one of his habitual haunts, a classic cattle driver's bar where men crowded around the bar to turn. It was an act as savage as their fucking. His orgasm hit like a brick. He couldn’t have stopped thrusting if his life depended on it. Spraying her insides with his cum, he felt waves of intense pleasure rack his entire body. As she felt his release, hers followed shortly after his first spurt. She continued fucking his spent cock with wild abandon as she felt a second then a third wave smash her body. Finally spent, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as passionately as she had. She might as well have been talking about that cake recipe, were it not that her voice was so weary and somber.She said, "You're always so shy around people. I do wish I could teach you to open up. You're being unfair to yourself. You a have a lot to offer."I complained that my folks really weren't interested, and I told her I didn't want to leave myself open for ridicule.She said, "But you can't live that way forever. Anyway, the two girls you met today seemed interested. You had fun with. "Petey, truth or dare?' she asked as she sat back in her chair. I needed time to recover from what just went down so I asked for a truth and the bottle of tequila. "How'd you like that BJ?" Sam teased, her sexual mean streak continuing through."I'm not going to lie Sam, Ben has some room for improvement, but it definitely wasn't the worst knob job I've ever had." Me and Ben looked at each other simultaneously. We pointed at one another "Bros." we said in unison, showing no damage had been done.