Helen, typically, wore a tight top with spaghetti straps and light, long, clingy skirt. They were wandering along, looking about at the people, many o... them tourists who were beginning to throng the streets. Some of the women were far more scantily clad than Helen.Helen stopped and faced Sandy. "How much do you know about 'these guys'?"Sandy grinned. "I guess I'm sounding like someone who's read too many Mafia books. But that's not it. That job I had — in Hamburg, you know — I was head of. Incredibly, Pete almost seemed to approve of the new sleeping arrangements, or perhaps he was just resigned to the inevitable. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights saw three ecstatically happy adults in the family, despite Maria's bed hopping, starting each night in Pete's bed and finishing it in Joe's. Wednesday, of course, was something else. It was the start of Joe's 'weekend', and another glorious day together for the two lovers.That evening Maria's sense of fairness caught up with her. Pete. By this time, the other two wagons had caught up, and we tied the two new horses behind the two other wagons. I was happy that Johnny had not been there when I screwed up because I did not want him to be disappointed in me.There was very little loot from the two men besides their horses and weapons, and we wondered if we could find where there might be more hidden. A little discussion caused us to forget such a futile search when June reminded us that the deputy had said that they had searched. Her hands grasp my tracksuit bottoms and they come off in one swift movement; pulled down my legs and discarded. She knows there will be no knickers, we never wear any underwear when we’re sexting.I scramble up the bed, dragging my naked cunt after me. My T-shirt just covering my tits that are wobbling like fuck. I stop when I reach the headboard. All I can do is look at her horny face as she stares at my pussy. Her eyes flick onto mine momentarily.Fuck it. I open my legs while telling myself.