They were crouched down, focused on something between them that she couldn’t make out. They didn’t have horses though, and brahmin rustlers always...had horses. Maybe they were lost and needed help finding their way to a town, she thought as she brought her horse to a trot down the hill. After a short ride, she came up to them. The men’s backs were still turned as she approached. One of them, the smaller man on the left, turned his head to face her.“Hiya!” She greeted them cheerily, raising a. The group even contained one naked 79 year old woman that became an instant hit with her amazing talent for giving blow jobs. Even Keith relished the memories he had of Georgina Pankhurst taking a few loads of semen into her mouth as her gums and lips powered their way around his electrified woody. The woman was just amazing and nobody minded at all in giving her a good seeing to herself with a hard rogering of her mature vagina and pussy lips with the self same penises she had just been. She cried out, forgetting for a moment they were not supposed to be in this storage room at work and most definitely were not supposed to be fucking in it. David clamped a hand over Rachel's mouth and growled "sshhh!" before putting both hands on her ass, lifting her off the ground and crushing her pelvis against his groin so that she moaned against his neck. He carried her over to the couch, where he proceeded to undress her quickly while she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Still in. She looked so gorgeous.“Maybe this is a mistake” she said. “I mean, I don’t know if being with other men is the right thing.”I put a hand on her thigh. “Do you trust me?”“Yes, you know I do.”I pulled over. I reached to her and slid my hand under her skirt. “I bet you do more than trust me. You…like me, don’t you?” I said.She was a little flustered. “Yes…I…I’ve been attracted to you since we met.” She said. I reached over and kissed her on the lips, slowly, softly. My hand began to rub.