" I smiled. What a pleasant, obedient girl she was. "He also said that I should try to please you and that by getting you off you I'd make him happy. ...e also said that if there was something I didn't like I should shut my eyes and pretend you're my boyfriend at school, Eric."I smiled. "And how is Eric doing?", recalling that I met him at her parent's house over the holidays. If I remembered correctly, he was a tall, nerdy guy who seemed uncomfortable even talking to his own girlfriend. "He's. I bought a beer, Mexican, of course, and wandered around the saloon to see what I could find. With my improved hearing, I had no trouble listening to the various conversations as I ambled by. Mostly, the conversations were about the scarcity of decent jobs or where to find the most willing whores. However, I did hear a couple of interesting tidbits.The first was a plot for a train robbery, but the two men talking were very drunk and the plot they hatched up could never work, which I was sure. She could feel herself getting wet as she caressed this dick, just like she did her brother's.With a swift movement of her hand she was now rubbing her pussy hard. Looking at this cock was not enough though. She moved the head into her mouth and started to suck on it. The head was bigger in her mouth than in her hand. She had to open wider than ever before to get this giant cock in her mouth. Kristy rubbed harder the more she moved this dick further down her throat. She could not help covering. She picked up the bottle ofchampagne, rose from her chair and walked towards him. Hestiffened. She held the bottle in front of him. “What’swrong?” she asked. “Don’t you want any more champagne?”She stood in front of him, her back to me. “Tyson hasdone a big thing for us today, hasn’t he dear? I think hedeserves some kind of reward.” She unbuttoned her robe and let it fall, then she tookthe empty glass from Tyson’s hand and placed it on.