Most wore a rough shirt tucked into baggy pantaloons, on the inner thighs of which were stitched leather patches. These were tucked into the tops of l...ng boots. All the men wore elderly slouch hats and all had long straggly beards, some so luxurious that it was impossible to tell where their mouths were. Most had belts draped around their hips with a holstered gun, some left and some right. On the left they generally had the hammer pointing forward. The weapons were mainly a selection of .44. I use my belt to place around your neck, gently pulling it, just enough to let you know Im in control. My shorts fall to the ground, my rock hard cock is standing erect, balls hanging low and fat. You can see that they are fat and full of cum, cum that is going to be somewhere inside of you by the end of the night. I tell you to keep fucking your cunt, and pull the belt and pull your nipples to get you to move. I have you laying on the bed, with your head hanging over the edge. I tell you to. ”“Holy Shit,” Kalista said, again causing us all to laugh out loud, equally generating a number of snorts from my mom.After we all got out and changed into fresh clothes, we all sat down, this time I had Kalista in my lap, who was giggling as we cuddled. I looked over at Claire, who had pre-approved me doing this, and saw a wondrous smile appearing on her face.“Sarah?”“Yes, Charles?”“Don’t they normally serve beer at college football game concessions?”“I believe they’re just starting up this. Mummy didi ke ek bete ko lekar chali gayi aur dusra TV main busy ho gaya mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha ki main directly kaise unse sex ki baat karun main bed pe leta tha tabhi unhone mujhe bola ki main tumhara sir daba deti hun aur mathe pe tel bhi laga dungi jab main unke pas gaya to unhone mujhe unki god main let jane ko kaha main thoda sharmaya par unke wapas Bolne par main let gaya uske bad unhone mera sir dabana shuru kar diya sir dabate hue wo apne boobs ko bar bar mere face se touch kar.