[33] Contact! This was the first time Lois ever studied any dick, even Joe's. Finally, they helped pull the shorts over his feet. I think I was jealou...!I told him to go away and get us some drinks. The Black Label was waiting on the table. Swinging his little dick, he brought us four doubles of my best twelve-year old scotch "Here, let me stir these for you." and he shoved his dick into a glass. When he started stirring a second glass, Lois and I grabbed the other two drinks. Lois quickly. Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck with a white band and then dropped in long ropy curls down her back. A pair of open-toed shoes with a medium-sized heel completed today's outfit. She was much more sensibly dressed for today's heat. My penis was erect in no time again. She moved her hand towards my track and held my penis for the very first time. Her plump and soft hands made me feel right at home. She was gentle, she moved her fingers down and fondled my balls, it was all wet with the cum and sweat, I parted my legs for her to explore whole of that area. She then replaced her hand with another while she tasted my juices on her finger. I was going to explode cause this was too much to take.That’s it. I grabbed her breasts. The hostler was all grins and giggles.“I see you deceased the local bad guys,” he said. “What can I do for you?”“Wanna buy these horses?” I said. “I wanna sell.”“Got plenty,” he said.I looked at the dozen or so empty stalls. The floors were swept but the place smelled of old occupants, stale piss and dusty straw.“They’re out,” he lied. Straight faced, too.“Well ... I’ll be moving along, then.” I said. “The next town might be more hospitable ... and need horses such as these ... with tack.”“Hold.