”“YES, I want to feel your come shooting inside me. I told Dana that I wanted to get pregnant - with your baby - even if we have to fuck a hundred...times.”“I sure hope we can fuck at least a hundred times, even if you get pregnant tonight. I love your pussy as much as I love Dana’s.”“Sheila, look at Hawley’s computer monitor. You’re taking almost all of his cock in your pussy.”“DAMN, that makes me want to fuck all night. Shove your cock up inside me, while I sit down on you, Hawley. I want all. There stood in front of me a sexy woman with milky white skin in a black sleeveless noodle strap dress barely reaching her ass. The dress was so tight-fitting that the entire body was visible.The dress was low-neck. But she must have been wearing a pushup bra. Those huge juicy tits were pushed against each other, making a sexy deep cleavage. She had tied her hair like a bun, showing her amazing sexy neck. The makeup was making her face look so beautiful.The wet red lipstick was making her lips. Again Keith noticed and smiled. He looked at his watch and told her he had to get back onstage. ‘Would you come up on stage with us and dance with me?’ Teresa answered ‘Only if you take off your shirt to show off that hairy chest.’ Keith smiled and winked, then left for backstage. Keith appeared onstage without his shirt, his guitar strapped over his hairy, bare chest. They played a fast hard-rocking number. Then Keith announced that the next number would be a sexy slow blues tune called. It was six months of back breaking, boring travel, punctuated by moments of sheer terror. Day after day, the routine was always the same; wake up at sunrise, hitch up the horses and head westward. The weather was unpredictable. For days on end the sun would beat down on us, making the ground bone dry, which we turned into great clouds of dust. Or it would rain for several days in a row, making the trail slick with mud and me and everyone else drenched to the bone. And yet we pressed on, ever.