With haste, I fixed myself up in the small bathroom and rummaged through my suitcase for something to wear. I had saved a new set of lingerie for a sp...cial occasion like this. I first put on the small thong. The red string hugged my sides, and the tiny satin garment did a poor job concealing my undeniable manhood. The panties were adorned with a pattern of black lace. The same pattern also decorated the elastic band on a pair of fishnet stockings pulled to the top of my hairless thighs. Over. If you aren't scouts for someone trying to take over, you are welcome."Bennie responded, "We aren't in the business of taking over people. Preservation is a farming community located close to Carrollton. We want to be friends with all good people. We use radios to communicate and freely offer them to folk. We defend our territory but don't want to take over others."Bill said, "Why don't you come into town and we can talk a spell?"Bennie and I nodded and went for our horses. We followed them. He wasn’t unusually good looking, though the more she was around him, the more she noticed little things about him that she liked, things she didn’t even know that she liked on guys until she saw them in him. He had long, graceful fingers and strong, but smooth hands. She liked the way he held a bottle of beer. His eyes would light up whenever she knew about some band or TV show from his childhood. They were soft and kind but also sparkled with intelligence. Most of all, more than being. I fucked his mouth for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying the sight. I slid down his body and knelt between his legs. Reaching over, I grabbed a pillow and placed it under his hips. I gazed into his eyes as my nails traced a lazy path up and down his hard cock. ‘Ready to cum?’ I asked as his cock throbbed under my fingers. ‘Yes,’ he groaned. Slowly I lined the head of my cock up with the entrance to his virgin asshole and pressed. I felt his last bit of resistance give way as I pushed.