1 hour LaterShe finally stood up.“Shit…you were good. Lost track of how many times I came. Going to give you a gift mother fucker. You seem to lik... this ass. Going to let you get Anal. Let me go in the room for a minute. Got to get freshen up”He laid on the ground unable to move. He did dream of her ass before. Least that was something.When she came backed she came back with 14 inch lubed up black strapon. It was thick as a Soda can. He tried to go away. She laughed“AHHH NO MOTHER. I reach for Brenda and pull her up and put my head between her legs. She leans over and watches as my cock disappears into Sarah. I find her clit and give her a few hard licks, sending shock waves throughout her body. It’s almost like a mini-cum to her. Sarah takes one of my hands and places it on her little tits. At the same time, I reach up to grasp one of Brenda’s tits, and start tweaking and pulling their nipples. All of us are moaning and withering around. Sarah isn’t playing around as she. Why did I even bother to come? Why did I put on this silly black dress, these obnoxious red heels, and get my hopes up about how this evening would go? With a final, admittedly dramatic sigh, I turned around to face the mingling partygoers once again -but all I saw was a pair of crystal eyes. My breath caught in my throat. Leaning against the sliding glass door was a man in a fitted navy suit, his crisp, white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a protruding collarbone and his bare chest. He. That evening Amos met the girl that would change his life forever for the better. She would complete him. Her name was Abigail Herron. She was eighteen years old, and was the daughter of one of the richest ranchers in that part of the country.At The Dance..."Randy," Abigail had whispered to the cowhand who was standing nearby—as she tried to make herself heard over the loud sounds of the lively dance music."Who is that tall lanky fellow over there dancing with Patricia Longmire? Is he someone.