I’m Tufty. How are you, big boy?”I told her how well I was and asked after her healthwise.When we’d finished discussing how well we both was, I ...yed her upwards and downwards. Tufty had a tan top on. When I say ‘tan top’ I refer to her t-shirt not her skin. The top she wore was a tan colour. That is not to say she was not tanned; in fact she had a fine tan. It would be more correct to say she had a tan top on top of her tan. Also her bosom was only partly tanned. She had white bits and I. .. And here’s the names of the stage driver and his man riding shotgun. As you can see, the stage driver had his son riding shotgun, but we can verify that both of them have been with the stage lines for over three years. They’re good folks and well thought of. They even have kin living around here.”“Do you have anything more on the four passengers that’s not on this list?”“It seems that the men were here in Phoenix for a month before purchasing tickets to Yuma. When they purchased tickets,. Cherish it. I pulled her even closer to me. Wanting to feel her everything. We kissed long and deep. I started kissing her neck. Her skin, her hair, smelt nice. I wanted this woman so bad.I brought my hand down to her bottom. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it hard. She had an amazing pair of buttocks. And it felt good over her silky skirt. I have fantasized about this moment for long enough. I turned her around and let her face the window. There were many buildings around. But we were so caught. Before I had a chance to savour the feeling he withdrew, turns out it hadn’t gone in all the way, he pushed in again, it went further, but still hadn’t penetrated all the way. He withdrew again and then plunged for a third time even deeper and then I knew he was really rammed home, his flesh slapped into mine. Then he stopped for a moment to allow me the chance to realise I was being violated by an exceptional tool and that I needed to worship it as only a wanton slut can. And I have to admit.