I estimated he was probably about nine and a half inches long, and so thick I could barely get my hand around it. He kind of turned me over on my sid... and started rubbing my chest and my nipples. It felt so amazing having his hand caress my body. He worked a hand down to my tummy, and slid his fingers between my panty line. I felt so helpless with his big hands entering my girly underwear. His fingers passed over my rock hard clit and wrapped tightly around my balls. He had everything. The next day, Joe was thrilled when we finally saw Tucson. The wagon train would get there by late in the afternoon, so we would have a few days layover while we took care of freight business, including that damned salt wagon. We didn't hunt that afternoon, so Joe had plenty of time to get in his pistol practice.Joe followed Abe and me around as we talked to the various freight customers we had. The salt customers had not expected such a large load for the first shipment, so they were unsure of. It was about an hour out of here and had an older crowd. This sparked my interest some what having a fondness for older women.I walked into the place and looked around, not much going on so I wandered over to the bar and ordered up a beer. A little while later the crowd picked up and things started to get moving.The women were defineatly older here, I asked a few to dance and had a few takers but couldn't seem to lock in with them.While I was dancing I must have missed the two that came in, a. “It is hot. Shall we make it cool?” she asked. At this I embraced her and tried to explore her love box. But she was wearing a mundu and onnara (the inner wear like dhoti) and I could not remove it.At this she herself helped me remove it. Though it was dark, I could see her pussy in the pale light coming through the window. My aunt directed my hand to her juicy love box and asked me to rub it.As I rubbed it she got hot and pressed my dick. I was getting excited. At this she said, “Kutta...