I asked her i we could dance as a duet. She smiled and agreed. I put my hand on hips and waited to see response. She didn’t react much so we started...dancing. I put my hands near her navel and sometimes near her boobs.We danced for half an hour and we started getting bored. I asked her if we can do props. She agreed. We dance for one song in her saree itself and and then an item song came up. I looked at her. She told me that she wouldn’t wear those kinda dresses in front of me. I put a sad face. I climbed in beside him. We kissed and I put my hand onto his cock. It was soft – what a let down. So I started to wank him. He just lay there like a plank. When I discovered that I thought – don't like this I want to get fucked tonight and I want to cum many times.- so I climbed ontop of Rod. I had seen in magazines ( the sort my mum never allowed me to read) that cowgirl and reverse cowgirl is fun, so I guided Rod's rod (lol) into my love tunnel. Once I got him there I bounced up and down. We stopped and discussed how to handle the discovery. Neither one of us knew where the money had come from, nor how many banks had been involved. We wondered if we should turn it in somewhere or keep it as spoils of war just like any other gold we would find on somebody we shot. This was a conundrum that we could not answer for now.We divided the money between us to get it out of the crooks' saddle bags before we sold the tack. We decided to postpone any decision for now and just go along as if. " I smiled, feeling horny and rather devilish and replied, "Don't tell me the taste bothers you...I thought that all women were bi or at least bi curious." She laughed at that and said with mock severity, "Oh, you are going to pay for that!" I washed my face and joined her in the bedroom. She was now clad only in nylons and a bra as she lay atop the king size bed. I was hard at the sight of this wet dream. "Fuck me!' She demanded, "But you do not come unless I allow it." I nodded and went to.