Each thrust lowered my lips further down the expanding neck as I looked onto the big screen. I saw myself riding the bottle, my lips hugging it tight ...s the thickness penetrated my narrow inlet, driving me wild. "I want to cum again" I screamed out as my hips were rocking my pussy against the bottle neck lodged between my labia lips. Pumping slowly up and down, pressing the neck deeply inside into my spread entrance and into my passage way. "Ah Yes" I hollered as my lips were gliding up and. Most of the time I wore sneakers or ballerinas.I actually did not have skimpy underwear and certainly not thongs or strings. That was one thing I should get this afternoon. Other than mascara on special occasions I never wore make up, so I had to buy that too. These first guidelines would not be that hard to follow I thought.The other morning I was not so sure anymore. I wore my tank top without a bra for the first time. That could not be difficult I thought. I have medium sized firm boobs that. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious, flirtatious, fun to be around, the real life of the party. We would go out with him when he came to town. He flirted and paid a lot of attention to me, while my husband just got drunk. I. There was nearly $100 in cash, but a more useful item for me was another Starr DA .44 caliber pistol. I swapped my share of the cash for the pistol. I had high hopes for it.Once we collected our money from the county clerk, Jeff and I adjourned to a saloon for a beer. I told him that I, too, was a bounty hunter and was looking for a partner. I told him some of my experiences with Henry without telling the whole story, and he could see the value of working as partners. Today having been a good.