If Michelle had been free of her bonds, she would have pushed him onto his back and ridden him hard. But with her wrists and ankles tied as they were,...there was no way she could have her way with him. Her helplessness only fueled her fires.Jeff shifted himself over her and reached over to the nightstand, where he found a loose strand of rope. He edged her over and straddled her, tying the rope to the front of her collar. Michelle looked down at his rampant cock pointing its head right at her,. She was standing at the stove wearing nothing but a tiny white thong. Steve quickly excused himself and when he came back he just had on a pair of skimpy men's underwear. Candy had packed the purple robe that I always wore around the house. It came to just about mid thigh and was very sheer. My white g string panties and white lacy bra was very visible even when the robe was on and tied. Candy took off her dress, pantyhose, and bra leaving her in just a black g string. I wasn't too keen on us. His massive cock pulses as he pulls you into him and you feel the first splash of semen coat your cervix. Almost instantly you cum again, the sensation of his sperm invading your body sets you off like an a****l instinct. Another powerful thrust fires off his second shot of thick baby batter, spattering your insides with the potent liquid your spasming cunt drinks it all down into your womb. Each wave of your orgasm causes your cervix to dilate, letting the warm whiteness trickle down deep into. She had said that she could shoot a rifle. She didn't lie. She was a fine shot with a rifle, and an adequate shot with a pistol. I told her the second revolver was to be her main pistol, so she made up a belt and holster for her slim waist, so the gun rode in her lap.During supper she mentioned that she liked to ride, and asked if she could ride Bob."Sure," I answered. "Bob needs to be ridden enough to keep him sharp anyway. You ride him as much as you want."We slept under the wagon that night..