‘What with Mr. Singleton being gone and all, I wouldn’t mind. I could sleep in the bunk room in the barn.’ ‘It’s sweet of you to offer, Mitc...,’ Melissa said, ‘but you don’t have to. Jennifer and Alex are staying in the big house tonight. They’re leaving for Europe in the morning.’ Jennifer was Jennifer McIntyre Martin, who owned the farm. Alex was her husband, head of the detective division of the Jamestown Police Department. ‘Must be nice,’ Mitch said. ‘I’d love to go to Europe and see what. It was the sound of the yelling Indians riding so close to the stagecoach that she could almost reach out and touch them.The drummer was slugging down some of his own whiskey and the "Kid" had his long gun out the glass empty window drawing a bead on a nasty looking savage with so much paint on his face that she thought he was a stage performer. He was trying to ride on the rugged terrain and notch an arrow at the same time. The Kid's slug caught him right between the eyes and he disappeared in. Her little pink rosebud is in full view, and your cum continues to leak out of her glistening pussy. You just stare at Emma's asshole, completely dumbfounded and now rock hard yet again.“Are you done raping me?”Emma breaks the silence, looking at you from over her shoulder with a pouty expression.Your mouth agape, you can't take your eyes off her shapely ass, and her sexy puckered hole. Does she really want you to fuck her again? It doesn't matter, you think to yourself, at this point you. I barely had time to warn her when my orgasm exploded and I emptied my nuts into her hungry mouth. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. Gail gulped down every last drop and continued to suck on my cock. Somehow her oral endeavours were able to keep me hard as a rock. Seeing this she quickly got up and lifting her dress she then sat on my lap guiding my cock into her tight love tunnel. She bounced up and down on my cock sinking it deeper.