It was still the time for Mexican bandits, but getting a little late in the season. I was particularly careful, since they liked to prey on travelers....Therefore, it was almost normal to find some along this road. However, I didn't expect to find two chasing after a buckboard being driven by a lone woman. You just don't see lone women out on lonely roads, especially when bandits might be around, which was most of the time. She was whipping the horse and racing as fast as she could, but the horse. It was still early fall so the leaves were just turning and the temperature had not become too cold to sit there. His friends always sat there before school and they would talk about whatever was on their mind. He was only a few feet away from the tree when Kevin Jackson, one of his best friends came running up behind him."Rick! Rick!" Kevin was out of breath from running, Kevin was only a sophomore but was still a trusted friend, even though most of the people in Rick's grade thought he was a. I could smell the perfume that she had been wearing. I worked my way back to her crotch letting her pull away from me and open her legs. Gently inserting my tongue, feeling for the clitoris, finding it quickly, teasing it and probing it gently with my tongue, making it even harder.She writhed and wriggled, moving, moaning and clamping her legs around my neck, so that I couldn't easily escape, even if I had wanted to. Within minutes my face was covered in her juices.We lay still for a few. "Daddy looks forward to opening your bottom up." I bit her gently on her labia. She was tearing up a little now, having realized how utterly helpless she was. Misty was sitting beside Trixie's head, her arm around it, around those scarlet locks. She trailed her fingers across Trixie's face, finding the tears and painting Trixie's visage with what messages only my darling might know. "Yes Daddy," Misty said, "Trixie's asshole will be so tight for you, for your Boy. I know how bad that hurts.".