I clear my throat and relax, looking at the clock beside my bed, realizing he will soon be here. I stand up straight, looking at myself in the mirror...as I fix my skirt and stockings. Now it is time for some final touches.I put on my make-up, using a black liquid liner I make my eyes smoky, smudging them to make my eyes look bigger and brighter. I add a little blush and light pink lop gloss. Again I look at myself, and am amazed at the transformation. Next I put in a huge pair of hoop. I found my asshole.I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my bowels. I felt so wicked. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin flesh. I came so hard, my anal sheath writhing around my digit, my juices flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things. Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.I panted after I came down from my orgasm, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my finger. The scent wasn't bad. A sour,. However, Boone and his family do rest up a day to ask locals about the trail west and to restock on perishable foods.From here the trail runs south-west down into southern California. It passes through a number of towns and villages along the way where they stop to buy fresh food when they need to. When they reach San Bernardino, California, they stop for a rest because they’ve been on the road for seven weeks since leaving Salt Lake City, Utah Territory. With good water and forage along the. “That feels just so nice, you got me burning.”You kept doing that for a while, playing with my balls with one hand while holding my cock in the other. It felt amazing.“Just keep doing that,” I sighed. “I love this feeling.”“Don’t cum though!” you exclaimed, breaking off what you were doing for just a moment.“I love this too much,” I said. “I won’t cum. Besides, I want to fuck your wet little cunt.”“Mmmm,” you mumbled with my cock still in your mouth.I am not sure how long you did that to my.