They camped near a large herd of white faced cows and began the wait. Sleeping in the open was no stranger to men used to transporting large herds of ...attle and horses over long distrances and when Night fell they were eating meagre rations of bully bacon, beans and bread washed down with bitter coffee. After eating they sat in their bed rolls while Turk Benson played a sad tune on his harmonica and Stan Collins sang in a pleasant tenor a sad Irish melody dedicated to lost love. They then tried. The horse was shaking as I fucked him, and Mr. Miller and Sheriff Owen were stroking their hard cocks. Thats my little slut. Fuck that horse .. milk his cum into you. Even Mr. Millers voice was breathless as he watched me whore on the horse. I couldnt stop, I just wanted more and more of that horse cock. I fucked him hard even though my cunt was getting sore. Just when I thought Id split myself open if I kept going the horse let out a loud whinny and I felt my cunt flooded with cum. It was. As we finished, both young guys joined us for a drink, while Uncle Jeff was at the helm, setting course to a secluded bay in the coast.I stayed back from the conversation with those guys and smiled to myself as more and more sweet Cuban rum found its way into my glass…My sexy wife was now flirting with the two black guys. She was now showing her nice round curves, covered barely by her tiny yellow bikini.Both lads could not keep their eyes off her long tanned legs and the soft curves of her. Eric really liked this clothing choice. As they got near each other Eric tried his best to stop looking at her, but she noticed but didn’t say anything. They started to walk around. They went to the little general store, the little strip mall, and the hang out spot for all the teens. Amy asked Eric if he knew how to get pot. Eric told her how he was also smoked pot and showed her his dealer. The two of them bought some dope and went to lunch at a little dinner in the next town over. Eric paid.