“It’s for the three of us. The clerk agreed it was alright. He weighed it at seventy three pounds, that’s under the allowed weight.”“We’ll...put it at the bottom and put the mail bags on top. You can’t get in yet, there’s mail to go inside.”There was one other passenger, James O’Malley who was going to Carson City. Whilst they were standing around waiting for the stage to be loaded they compared their weapons. Fitz had brought a .38 revolver for protection, which was pronounced to be a sensible. The first shot missed completely, hitting me on the chin, I figured I would miss the initial shot as it would be hard to judge. But the next couple spurts I managed to adjust and aim into my wide open mouth. The taste made me cringe and caused me to miss again, hitting just under my nose and sliding up my nose. It seemed like I would never stop cumming, it was hard to even enjoy my humongous orgasm due to the circumstances. The last spurt was stronger than I expected, and landed in a large. While we kissed, he took off my shoes and started kissing the tops of my feet; he even kissed my toes and ankles. He then put my feet down back on the bed after he took his shoes off. I watched as he took off his shirt, showing that hot, tight, ripped body with those tattoo-covered arms that looked like sleeves. He laid on top of me and deeply kissed my lips. His hands went up and down my body while his lips continued kissing mine.Next, we got up and went into the bathroom where a romantic,. Grant, the short guy with Mediterranean features and a wicked smile stepped forward and guided Sarah's hands away from her slit."Fuck, it's very wet," he announced and the small congregation of the onlookers multiplied instantly. He unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to free a modestly-sized cock, devoid of any pubic hair."If you want me," Sarah uttered staring at the erect cock and bit her lip. "Then put a condom on and lubricant." You don't need lube love," Grant replied and Sarah.