It’s a text message from Ian saying he’s on his way round.I get up off the bed and check myself one last time in the mirror. I’m wearing white p...nties and a white vest top without a bra. He loves to see my nipples through my clothes. I sit back on the bed and wait. Moments later, I hear him outside. Then I hear the front door, now he’s walking up the stairs. As he walks into my bedroom, I stand to greet him. I walk over to him and kiss him gently, tracing my tongue over his lips. He grabs my. They did a good job of it. About this time in their passion play, Mimi starts taking off on her clothing, and that gives me an immediate hard on because she is a knockout, and Bobby starts taking off all his clothes, and that gives Laura a wet pussy, and in front of the kids, we slide together on the couch and she unzips me and pulls my cock out, and I put a finger inside her pussy. And then those two kids get on the carpet, lying down, and proceed to fuck up a storm. Holy shit! That turns me. My hard nipples strain the bra I am wearing and my panties are already drenched. I am dressed casual in khaki shorts and a comfortable t-shirt. In my mind I am screaming, “Girl, it’s been too damn long and it’s about time you took matters into your own hands and got the fucking you deserve!” I pull around the corner and see this handsome older male loading a truck. I swallow hard and say, "Oh god, its time to meet this stranger!” The possibility of fucking a total stranger makes my clit throb.. The stage wasn't the only one to ride that route. Latecomers to the boom in California chose the route as a good way to avoid impassable mountains in winter.About half way to Tucson, they found out the disadvantage of traveling the Butterfield Stage route. But fortunately, David was riding lead and he had a better view from the high seat of the Conestoga. About four hundred yards ahead, a tall saguaro cactus toppled over across the road."Bandits!" he yelled immediately, as he pulled up the.