" You are so full of shit. You have that one coming in from Arizona Friday; no way you're adding another now." Well, actually the other three added he...." Ok, I'll bite, who is she?" Joyce, Trish's mother. How was I to know she was a slave to her ex-husband? Fucking world is spinning out a control here." So now you have a Mother/Daughter and a Sister/Sister set of slaves. Ain't no fucking justice in the world, you get to teach me now!" I just used what you said to do. It's not rocket science. Of. "...And just wait until we start to share the Christmas Pickle," she said with a broken laugh. Moments later Don found himself naked on the bed with Maggie kneeling over him. She was trailing her breasts over his face and chest. Each time her nipples passed near enough he tried to grab them with his lips. Maggie enjoyed the game. She really took pleasure in the feeling his lips and teeth generated on her now long, hard nubs as she pulled them out of his grasp. "Is this the pickle game," he. Her warm lips felt fantastic around my limp meat as her head started to bob up and down, I reached behind her feeling her bum and my finger slipped into her pussy, Sandy moaned as she cupped my balls in her hand, Sandy groaned as I fingered her harder and harder, making her cum again, lifting her head off my cock she said “well what you think” holding my cock in her hand I could feel it tingle, “sure will be fun” “is there anything you would like to do right now” “you can always carry on. After he was reloaded, he said, “You want some of what he got?”The two men backed away from the bar and one said, “No. We’re outta here.” They ran out of the saloon just as the sheriff arrived.When the sheriff saw the two running men, he pulled his pistol and shouted, “Hold it right there ya galoots.”The men skidded to a stop and Doug said, “Whoa there, Sheriff. We were just coming to find you or a policeman anyway. That damn asshole in there just shot our friend.”“Well maybe we better get in.