"Why, sir!" I said with a hand on my forehead in mock outrage, "I do believe that's a proposition!" "You better believe it sister!" he said in a humor...us tone, his hand twiddling an invisible cigar and his eyebrows going up and down Groucho-style. Then, the humor was gone... He pulled me to him forcefully and we began to kiss in earnest again.My hand strayed over his shoulders and arms, gleefully feeling the strength of his muscles, my breasts molding into his hairy chest as he pressed me. "I understand," she said sadly.I loaded the bowls, glasses and spoons in the dishwasher. As I was finishing, I heard Trinket moaning. Obviously, she was masturbating.Her cries and moans were so full of lust and desire, I was drawn to them. Without realizing it, I was standing in the doorway to Trinket's room. The door was wide open. The nymphet was kneeling on her bed with her knees spread. Her right hand was between her legs, and her left one was playing with her nipples. Her eyes were closed. The man rode close to the gate, Opal Anne and I trained our rifles on the leader and the man next to him. The rider reached the gate and leaned over in the saddle to unlatch the gate.“Do not touch that gate, on penalty of death!” Betty Mae said, again as loudly as she could, her shotgun at the ready and aimed at the man reaching for the gate latch.The man paused and broke out in a big grin as he lifted the latch and Betty Mae loosed a slug from the shotgun into his horse’s front flank. The. She held his warm and shaved balls in her hands while maintaining eye contact with him.She made all the gagging sounds that turned her stepfather on. He was so excited and started to fuck her mouth. He pumped her mouth with his big dick. He had his hands on his waist while she kept the pace with him. She could tell he was quite pleased. He smiled at her while he fucked her mouth.She was drooling spit down her mouth while making all kinds of sucking noises. Her eyes were tearing keeping up.