It slid in easily and he pumped it deep a few times. He pulled it out and her sticky wet cum was dripping off his cock, and I watched him position his...cock at her brownie, pressing the tip against it. She eagerly started lapping at my pussy again while holding her ass wide open for him."Daddy, this must be a dream for you. You know I do not let you fuck my ass, but now we have Sophie, and she WANTS you to fuck her ass. Fuck her Daddy! Fuck her hard and fast like you wanted to do to me all this. Well, I'll keep my eyes peeled for them. And if they show up, I'll just have to explain." "Be careful Clint. Those McClintock boys are a might irritable!" Clint left Miss Kitty's office, mulling over what she had said. Clint would have to keep an eye out for these brothers. He went on upstairs and went to bed, tired, but glad to be in his own bed again. The next morning, he rose like usual and took the girls - minus Anna - to the saloon. It was strange not to be walking with her and all the. The chill in café had hardened Sandra’s nipples so they poked against the nylon/elastane fabric of her pink gingham patterned form fitting big nipple brassiere and were visible through her adorable spring-inspired print lace-trimmed tank top. It was then that Sandra noticed him. He was a young hipster with dark swarthy euro looks and sideburns. Actually, since Sandra could was observing the young man’s profile from his left side, she could only see one sideburn. Sandra assumed she had a. She rubbed a finger against her clitoris, massaging in slow circles as she let her mind wander. She pictured herself going into Mark’s office and shutting the door, then straddling him in his chair and pulling her top down. She thought of pressing his mouth to her breasts, his tongue flicking against her nipples as she moaned. The fantasy was one she often thought about, and never failed to turn her on. She kept rubbing her clit as she caressed her breasts with her other hand, gently pinching.