Remus Trump was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate d...alings with the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in. Little bit of kissing and touching and she let me feel how wet she was getting. I asked him how long his buddy would be? Cause I need to take care of her. He said he doesn't mind and understands. With that I got brave and ducked under the blanket and started to lick that wet pussy. Few minutes of my tounge and she was letting me grab her tits. Knowing my buddy HAD to be watching I managed to knock the blanket down so he could see her tits, and slowly it fell more and more to the floor. . The bitch had stopped talking now that he’d stopped hammering her ass and she just waited, looking at him in the mirror with those fucking gorgeous brown eyes. Damn! Every time it seemed that just when he thought he’d broken her, she’d come up with some way to make it seem that she was still fighting him. Then she inadvertently wiggled on his cock once and that reminded him of the other toys that he’d made ready for her. He grabbed her right hip for balance and bent to the left over her. The only light was coming from her bed lap. Which was actually really bright, and I could see most of the room.Leah saw me and sat straight on the bed. She was wearing just a slip and her panties. Her nipples were pointing out from her slip. All I wanted to do was grab them.Leah: Hey! Stop staring and close the door, idiot.Me: Oh, sorry!I closed the door quietly and locked it. My heart was jumping out with excitement. I turned around walked towards her.Leah: Where are your clothes?Me: I don’t.