Undressing you, I move my hands to your pants, and slowly unbutton and unzip your jeans. Pulling your pants open, I reach in, my hands playing over yo.... Both hands move back to your tight ass, caressing, rubbing, and loving it. I slide your pants down, letting them pool at your ankles. But…. you are still washing those damn dishes. I move my index finger from the bottom of your ass crack all the way to the top and down again several times. I feel your entire body begin to relax. My hands reach. It bothered me, but I was consumed by it, loved that four of the rebs were stone dead, two with head shots, thats good shooting. Two were breathing, the nearest,a fat bastard was spurting blood from a gut shot. He wasnt even trying to get to his gun, mere feet away, I felt loathing for his giving up, quickly ended his ride with a head shot. The last survivor, was a fucking kid, I mean fifteen or so, skinny, dirty, with a bad thigh shot, he was bleeding out, slowly. Dragging the dead rebs. That’s incredible.” Jake said, his erection freely swaying back and forth with each thrust. “I’m really proud of how easily you’re taking my dick into your ass!” The coach noted. “It’s a very hungry little hole.”“Please keep feeding it.”The coach continued to make sweet, passionate love to Jake’s backside, softly tenderizing his rectal meat with the cock. Jake was moaning with delight as he felt the dick sliding back and forth. Jake could feel that familiar feeling welling up at the base of his. As the cowboy walked past, the smell of his Stetson lingered and remained in the air.Again Darla's mind began to wander, but this time it wasn't about things past. Rather, things that she would like to do in the future, the very NEAR future. Maybe even with the tall handsome stranger who had now crossed her path. Nothing seemed beyond her reach at this point in her life.As the train began its journey, she began to think about her life, what she had done, and what her goals were. As she.