She had been very wet before but between her orgasm and his, she was dripping. I licked her clean and then began to dig my tongue in her pussy to get ...very drop of cum. She grabbed my head and tried to push me deeper inside of her as she began to scream into an orgasm. She had her thighs clenched tight on my head with my face buried deep in her pussy. I tried to keep eating her through her orgasm but was running out of air and could not breath. Fortunately, she finished her orgasm and collapsed. My legs have gone to jelly and I have to hang on to him so that they do not buckle underneath me. As our kisses become deeper, tongues exploring each others mouths, his hands slide under my dress and he puts his hands on my buttocks, pulling me closer to his hardness. I have to keep my arms around his neck to stop from sliding to the floor as waves of pleasure wash over me, and I feel the wetness of my arousal between my thighs. I want you so much he says hoarsely, and all I can do is nod in. Lash LaRue cocked his cocky, self assured head toward Fuzzy St. John."Let's get goin', Fuzzy," Lash LaRue said, and he and Fuzzy mounted their horses.Their steeds reared up. Lash LaRue and Fuzzy spurred their horses and galloped outta town.It was my ninth summer, pushing for my tenth year.Things had changed. I knew it as I watched this absurdly outdated B-grade western for the third time, the first time being with Uncle Johnny when I was five years old. At ten I bid a fond but not reluctant. Harry walked over to his sister, accompanied by his wingmen Razor Sharpe and Digger Doyle. "Look out, gentlemen," he advised the two pilots. "I know that look. She either knows something, or is up to something."Digger looked at his friend skeptically. "She shouldn't have been able to get up to too much. She and Joni are being babysat by Captain Whitefeather." That's not something that fills me with confidence," Harry fretted. "It's sort of like Air Cadet Sergeant Artful Dodger being babysat by.