...THERE IS ALOT OF TURNS. We got on the ride and went to the very last car and sat together. The person in charge of the ride came and locked the b...lts over us and said "let the games begin"..........whittney: hell yea.......i I I I got semi hard just hearin the lust in her voice. i loosened my pants as soon as her turned and walked away gettin redy while whittney slakened the drawstring she had on her skintight phatpharm sweat pants. THe ride started off slow risin to the first. Neither spoke a word as George’s fingers moved in under the thin material and ran over the small, pert breast and rubbed small circles over the hard nipple.For her part, Rosie slowly unzipped her uncle’s fly, and reaching inside gently ran her fingers up and down the throbbing shaft. She loved the way it twitched as her fingertips traced a route around the head and under the sensitive rim. Although his cock was still hidden from her view, she knew it was large, much larger than any of the boys. We agreed to meet for a drink the following Saturday right before the event, to get geared up for the evening and to discuss our wants for the party.What transpired at that party was a cuckolds fantasy come true, and I sit her the next day typing this, my mind still blown, not knowing if she will ever talk to me again.So I met Lydia at a bar near where the fetish/sex party was going to happen. She was dressed in a tight rubberized little blue dress, with a cute fringe of feathers. For myself, I. EL PASO, 1875Folks in El Paso always said that Feleena Menendez was trouble, but they never said it where Marty Claymore could hear. Marty was a lanky Scotsman who didn't say much unless he was riled, then he could be a terror.At the time, nobody knew much about Marty's background, only that he arrived with some cattle train and stayed on. He never talked much about himself or where he came from.It was only later, after it was all over, that it was learned that he was originally from South.