I yelled to my employer on the gold wagon to keep going. I would be there in a few minutes with a complete explanation of what had happened. Both men ...aved back, and I turned to the messy job of looting the bodies. I picked up very little money, but I did get four Mississippi Rifles in excellent condition and four more of the Colt Pocket Pistols in average condition. All of these guns were surplus as far as I was concerned, but I could get a good price for them, so I saved them for future. Everything they had to do was all planned out, save every penny, buy a boat, then sail around the world. They had to make the trip – it was her mother’s dream before she’d died. They were to scatter her remains in the oceans all over the world, the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Indian. Everywhere. All the places she’d always wanted to visit. All the places she’d never see. ‘You’re going to come home, come to the funeral and then take your dad’s ashes along with your mum’s and scatter them. He glanced over to see Indie with her eyes closed still softly masturbating herself as she re-ran in her mind the sights that she had just witnessed. He decided she looked delightful and inviting. He eased Chachi's supine body up and his still rigid cock slipped out of her cum-filled pussy with a flop. In one careful move he gently eased her to one side and as she slumped into the cushions totally satiated he rolled away from her and got to his knees so that he was perfectly positioned between. "Good," Julia replied. "Tell me." "Huh?" Josh said, looking at her. "Tell me you want to play with my tits," Julia said, her face serious as she looked him in the eye. "Okay," Josh said. "I'd like to play with your tits, Ms. Wilkinson." "Oh, Joshua," Julia gushed, "I like that you called me Ms. Wilkinson when you said it. Would you like to kiss me first?" "I really would," Josh said. Julia slid closer, her bare thigh brushing against his as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against Josh's..