They both zipped up and left, and I gave one more guy a quick bj in the middle of the aisle while Jeremy took video. At that point he decided we shoul... go, but not before he took several more photos of me with cum dripping out of my well used kunt and all over the front of my top. He had me bend over and push the cum out so he could video it. He made me scoop some of the cum up in my hand and lick it from my fingers as he shot photos. He could see that I loved doing it. After that, he took me. So, every bless'ed Saturday, them boys come ridin' in at daybreak to tear up our town. They stay all day and into the night, with no kind a' law to slow 'em down nor stop 'em. They insult our wimmen, bust up our onlyest saloon, drink everythin' that come in a bottle and take quick offense if a man so much as looks at 'em funny! They don't even pay for their liquor after the first round, and Moe, the barkeep, counts hisself lucky to git that much!All a' that was before Marshal Marshall come to. The black cat, looking like it would suit any witch or catlady, immediately began rubbing itself on me. It didn't so much as purrbut rumble, its entire frame seeming to reverberate."Gah! Go away!" I backpedaled, my butt soon reaching the headboard of mybed. The cat, however, persisted. Like Hannah's cat, it seemed to justlove torturing the people who hated cats by trying to sit in their lap-the enormous black cat did just that, quickly stalking toward me.Footsteps in the hallway caused the. " The Fag-Hag considered herself as somekind of priestess of alternate romance. Once a fashion model now aginggracefully, she managed to marry well and become rich due to earlywidowhood.She was a grey-haired lady who dressed in tweeds and wore a Druid cloak,it was rumoured that the woman was a leader in this coven of frustratedsuburban witches.The Fag-Hag used to complain about 'passive aggressive females' whogathered upon our beloved, new-age party scene. She also used tocomplain about blondie.