So ... I don’t. My route took me through Judith Gap ... between the west end of the Big Snowys and the east end of the Little Belts.Then it was the ...ulls, the Pryors, the Big Horns and the Wolf Mountains. I was never farther away from nasty big rocks than fifty miles.Flying in high winds, fifty miles is a horseshoe leaner. In overcast it’s damn near a ringer. I didn’t want any ringers. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are everywhere.I made it.I called the ranch. Grandma was out of hermind with pleasure. She kept humping her ass up to meet the down strokes of the horse. Mom was licking the whole shaft everytime it came out. Meanwhile, Dad continued to ream my cunt with longer and deeper strokes. I kept cumming. Grandpa had got behind Mom and was fisting her cunt with his big hand. Probably getting her ready to be able to accept the big horse cock when Grandma was though. I could see his hand so deep in her pussy that the elbow was hitting her. Each slap, she tries to close her leg but I whispered to her ears and ask her to spread her legs. Her pussy was all red and he pushed his dick deep into her. Moving so fast like a bunny. My wife moans, he pulled her nipple and slap her breast non stop as he fucking her.Samantha was taking everything like a champ, While I'm kissing her. I took out my phone and started recording. He slap her right across her cheek and ask her to apologise. She say she is sorry in a shaky tone as he was pumping. I have long curly hair up to my shoulders. I am from Kolkata. Without much ado, I will now shift straight to my story.When this incident had happened, I was in my junior college and a young woman had come to work as a full-time domestic helper in our house. She was from some village near the border of West Bengal and Orissa. Her name was Meenu. We came to know from her that at her parents’ place, there, she had left a son of ten years of age, a son from her then divorced the husband. She came.