Except for a couple of counties in Georgia that is, where there is still a ‘Boss Hogg’ type of county government, a la the old TV series. But I di...ress. Although Bill was over a thousand miles from the West, he wore cowboy boots, jeans and a tan ten-gallon hat with a wide brim. As a kid, growing up, he had watcheda lot of B grade Westerns and had absorbed the dress as well as the moral codes of the various sheriff good guys depicted. It became his goal in life to be one. He was a little taller. Then he started short hard thrusts which gave rise to muffled complaints, from her.Her nostrils fluttered as she fought for breath around his meat.This only served to increase his enjoyment, and he began, harder solid stabs. he went up on tip toe and took his hands from her neck and grabbed her breasts. He gripped them painfully. Fucking her throat as if it were a slack cunt.In the middle of one of these plunges he began to cum. He rammed his thick 8 inch prick as far as it would go and let it. As usual, on my jog around the park on a Saturday morning, with likewise people who just wanted to keep fit, I had got to know most of them from my regular runs, most of them being around the 50 year old mark, but this particular Saturday I saw a new face in the crowd, he wasn't a regular, he was about 30 ish, but what made me take more notice of him was, as he ran along I saw his cock swinging from side to side in his shorts, it made me hard instantly, I fucking loved looking at it, my first. I was squished against the guy in front of me with my boobs pressed against his back. As the band played the crowd started to jump up and down and it didnt take to long for my skirt to ride up over my hips. I didnt bother putting it back down, having a young, and black, tall, good looking man pressing his crotch against my ass made me very horny. So I pretended not to notice. So as the concert went on he kept pressing harder and harder against me and so I arched by back and pushed up against.