We thought you might enjoy it because it celebrates the cowboy of the old west. That's why we are dressed like this. As a matter of fact, we bought th... shirt you are wearing at the Recycled Cowboy Boutique. It supposedly belonged to a twentieth century country-western musician named Hank Williams."Sonja and the women then tried to describe to me other music and forms of entertainment, but most of what they described, I could not even imagine. They laughed at my confusion and told me that I'd. She did this on and off until we reached the motorway, now with the town and traffic behind us she began to tease again but this time the giggling had stopped.She slid forward in her seat, lifted her skirt, put both her feet on the dash and reached between her legs putting her hand down the front of her panties gently rubbing herself. A truck appeared on the inside lane and i pulled out to pass it. Mrs O sat back with her skirt pulled up and white panties on show looking up into the drivers cab. "Answer me, or I won't give you what you so clearly need."I swallowed hard. "Yes," I whispered so quietly I barely heard it myself."Yes, what?" he asked, still teasing my wet pussy."Yes, I'm loving this," I finally admitted."That's a good whore," he grinned as he pushed two thick fingers into my needy pussy and started to fuck me with them.It was so hard to be quiet. His fingers felt so good in my tight pussy, and his other hand was still squeezing my tit."Look at you, you tried to get me to. Mix that up with my parent's Victorian attitude and you create one totally confused young boy. Still there was one thing I wasn't confused about back then, and that was the tingly feelings, the sensations I felt that I hadn't experienced before. I knew what to do instinctively, I guess that much hasn't changed since Adam was a boy." Nothing wrong with that surely, I mean isn't it supposed to be a perfectly natural reaction? Unless of course they didn't understand, and they wouldn't know would.