John McNaughtin was the typical Wild Western family man - he lived on the outskirts of a sleepy town whose only trouble came from the wild hogs that s...metimes ran their way. No gun slinger had ever set foot in this town, and the sheriff was a quite cheerful seventy-year old man who hoped that he he still had the star when his age became three figures. The houses were wide-spaced, and had sizeable grounds of their own. The neighborhood was cheerful and pleasant, and on Sundays, the local vicar. I swallowed Troy’s load, then continued to slowly stroke his still hard dick, pulling out the last few drops of semen, then licking them off the tip of his cock and cleaning his entire shaft with my tongue.I kept gliding my hand up and down his glistening rod, occasionally slipping it back into my mouth for a little sucking, then said, “Holy shit, Troy…you’re still hard!”Troy laughed and said, “I know….I pretty much stay hard forever.” Then he slid off the counter and stood behind me. My robe. He stood up too and took off his swin trunks, I stared him down for a moment, then grabbed his hand a dragged him down to the water. We both jumped in, shivering a bit when we came up for air. He swam over to me and threw his arms around my neck and started kissing me again, he did it with a little aggression that time. I kissed him back just as hard, putting my arms and legs around his body. I could feel his cock pressed agains my pussy, it felt so amazing, I wanted to slide it into me right. I think u are more hot than cute but i didnt want u to feel weird about ur sister telling u were are hot." thanks abs, now all i need is a nice big cock and we were made for eachother......haha just kidding."both of our faces are red and we think this conversation has gone a little to far to i decide to take a nap for the rest of the car ride. little do i know my dick is now 8inches hard and pinching a tent in my mesh shorts. The whole time i was asleep i was thinking of abby and apparently.