But more importantly, it screamed sex.She turned left, into the living room, where there was a couch under a small window with the curtains drawn to t...e left, a small table straight ahead, and a television to the right. On the walls were huge posters of well-endowed humans engaging in unbridled fornication.She sat down on the couch and spread her legs. "How are you at eating pussy?" she asked."I enjoy it. Whether you do or not is for you to decide."She leaned back and spread her legs further.. I was more flexible than the cucumber; I knew I could get into the tight space. I pulled out, then slid myself all the way back inside her warm cave, gaining a fraction of an inch of depth. I drove in as deeply as I could until I had almost 8 inches submerged in her slick hole. With every thrust, my stepmom groaned, but now she was pushing back against me instead of pulling away. “It’s so good!” she cried out. “Oh fuck, it’s so good, please fill me all the way! Do it!”As the puddle of oil and. (At least I hope she was joking!)Gloria looked stunning in a knee-length black, lace dress with blondehair piled high on her head in an elaborate series of knots and pleats.She had chosen black and silver jewellery and looked stunning. She stoodbeside me so that we could both see our reflections in the same mirror."We could pass as sisters," she mussed, with a smile. "Would you like tobe my "sister"?" I blushed furiously and muttered "I think I'd ratherhave a closer relationship than that.". I was not worried about the Comanches chasing me on horseback as long as I had ammunition for my shotgun. I firmly believed that I could depend on the one shotgun cartridge equals one dead Indian, but I needed the horses in good condition so that I could sell them. Oh, well, if I had to shoot the horses, then I would. A live horse was no good to a dead me!The conflict opened with the Comanches riding straight at me. If their horses could jump that breastwork, then they would have me. I was.