The knock on door brought a frown to the Marshall's weather lined face. He slowly padded over to the door stark naked and holding his sixshooter behin... his back. Teresa's eyes were wide open with fear. She hoped it was not her mamacita come to pay her a visit.Bat shouted through the locked door."Open up, Hardison, I know you are in there. I got Miss Lucy here to continue her conversation with you."The Marshall placed his Stetson over his semi-erect cock and opened the door. A somewhat drunk. He then told me my husband lost every hole and is dead drunk from 38 shots of tequila. Now, I thought to myself, that not only was my tub fantasy ruin but our night out has just been cancelled. Sam then asked me if I could help him get my husband into the house and I walked out to the car with him and we began to bring my dead drunk husband into the house. If you have ever tried to carry someone that is dead drunk you know that they are nothing but dead weight and it is a struggle getting them. You moan in anticipation, you place your high heels on each side of my cock, putting a little pressure as you do it. The sensation is unbelievable, I can feel them rubbing my cock as I suck, lick and tongue your hot pussy. I then start quickly flicking my tongue over the tip of your hardening clit. You move to the beat of your heart, “Oh its so good to have a man who knows what he is doing” You think to yourself. I continue sucking it deep into my mouth, your taste is exquisite, I lick,. I suddenly realized that he hadn't fucked me for quite some time. I wanted to snuggle into his body just to make sure that I was protected. But, he was tired and completely oblivious of my state. He slept immediately.I tried to sleep, but sleep eluded me. Every time I closed my eyes, the whole scene began playing like a movie in my mind: father-in-law's tahmed falling off his waist and his throbbing cock suddenly getting exposed. A hot blooded mammoth rod with a bloated circumcised head. Why.