Why not get dressed in the wagon?" She stumbled as she walked dropping the blanket and revealing her body. "You're going to be weak for a while, you'v... been in bed for at least 4 days."She nodded at my remark then she remembered that she was naked, blushed and blurted, "You are no gentleman!"She ran to the wagon keeping an eye on me all the time."There is a revolver in the chest, if it makes you feel safer", I called. I checked her sister's temperature again and saw a flash of white skin going. He didn’t even ask he just slipped straight into Julia’s soaking wet pussy. “Don’t worry, Kylie, Sal’s got something for you.” He smirked. Sally turned me around and pushed me over the sofa. “Count, Bitch.” Swish! Crack! Fuck she was hurting me already as I now knew she was using a riding crop on my ass. I tried to count out each stroke but soon I was in tears as each stroke got harder and harder across my still pantied ass. She must have given me at least thirty lashes with that crop; my. His senses were heightened and he could smell, even taste, her uncontrollable desire for him. Phillip could barely hold back, barely contain himself. He wanted to fuck her right now. He could feel the hardness of himself through his jeans, the material straining against him, holding back the part of him that wanted to be unrestricted. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. His body had now chilled to that of his fish self. Her lips scorched his and he couldnt get enough of the. .. sitting in the presence of what quite possibly could have been the sexiest stud I had ever seen! A quickie in the tiny stall wasn’t going to do it for me that night. But even then I was still fighting the urges. I had held out for a long time (long for me). I was proud and I wanted to hold on to that pride. I knew the only way I was getting out of that situation was to remove myself immediately. I put my drink down, hopped off the barstool and rushed off toward the restroom. A crowd of women.