He climbed off his horse, quite aware of the town people looking at him. He smiled, he was aware of his reputation. One hand Luke was not a man to be ...rifled with. He wasn't an outlaw, it was just that trouble seemed to follow him.Tying up his horse to the post, he grabbed his saddlebags, then walked into the saloon. He walked up to the bar, slapping down a piece of paper and three silver coins."I need a room for the week and some bourbon for now."The barman poured a glass of bourbon and. He beckons the young boy over to join him in front of my wife.“How does she look to you?” he asks him, “Would you like to fuck her?”“Oh yeah,” he replies.Butch takes the boy’s hands and places them on her tits.“Give these a nice squeeze, then you can lick and suck them.”As the boy began to handle her tits Butch reaches up and frees her arms from the chain. Then he does the same for her legs. The boy continues to squeeze her tits as she put her arms around him and pulls him close for a big long. What were there purpose was my motto? He became animalistic basic instinct he was needing to fuck. I was here. What else did we need? I wanted to fuck him senseless we were both ignited with pure lust. He buried his face in my hair, as he was groping my ass in his hands. I heard moaning. I heard groaning when I reciprocated touching his cock through his slacks. We were both heated to the level of fucking each other come what may. His body had grown more muscular it seemed. Feeling his. It was a word she knew well and a word that always set a fire in her. Past the pounding in her ears, she could hear the wet sounds of John’s fingers as he ruthlessly thrust inside her. She opened her mouth to speak as John’s fingers tightened around her neck. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped her, as desperately as she tried to talk past the hand on her throat and the wad in her mouth. Her eyes pleaded with her husband’s steely gaze. “If you don’t beg, you don’t cum.” April moaned again,.