“How many drivers do we have that want to go this year and how many more are willing to go?” I asked my wives when I got back to our cabin. I gues... that, technically, I was asking Tara, our keeper of lists.“Twenty-seven want to go, and another twenty-four are willing to go if we need them,” she answered.“It sounds like we’ll need everyone, then,” I replied. “With our eighteen wagons, Chouteau’s twenty-two wagons, and three scout/hunters, we’ll need a minimum of forty-three people. That way,. There was more.Denise sucked down my entire cumload. Then kept licking and sucking mysmall-but-feisty cockhead. Bringing me to a second stand. Then asecond orgasm. Punctuated by Denise's inquiring finger rubbing my anuswrinkle.Oh, ladies!Superb is too mild a word.But when Denise had swallowed the last drippy drop, the piper wasstanding at the pay window.I would have to fellate Denise.Twice!I couldn't.Then I would be really gay.Forever, probably.But she was a girl, right?And sex with girls was. He wore jeans even though it was late summer, while Marie, 5'4, brunette with luminescent green eyes wore a sweater (because the AC made the car cold) over a white t-shirt and yellow track shorts. Tom was so yuppie, and Marie so crunchy granola. Tom looked like a Republican surfer, while baby-faced brunette Marie looked a little too young for him, unless you looked at her body—slender with a hint of hourglass, ample bosom with pert nipples, flat tummy and lean and long legs. She would vote for. Fascinated. How could it be so raw ... so erotic ... so compelling? And how could it be Mother responding to another man's advances?Roslyn felt the rush coming. David recognized the body tremors and muscle contractions he had seen before. He was ready.Libby was not! When Roslyn exploded on David's fingers with an uncontrollable twisting body Libby was stunned. What followed next made her knees buckle."Fuck me, David! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"Roslyn's uninhibited outburst filled the quiet air..