He brought that very same finger up to his mouth, sniffing it before sucking on it "Mmm-mm, damn, that's that Hollywood booty stink I been missing out...on.." said the Black Adonis as he brought that hand back down, rubbing his spit-covered middle finger against her brown-eye once again, curling and massaging the tip into her little stinker. Lena wanted to stop him, to pull his cock from her mouth and run frightened into the night from the inevitable anal assault, but something kept her there,. Well, the only way I was going to find that out was by capturing one of the bandits and asking a few questions.Once I figured that I had milked all of the information I could from this bartender, I moved on to another saloon. Damned if the results were not the same here as at the first place. The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I got.The third saloon produced the same result, except that I did get a name. One of the five rich men was named Elmo Hunter. I never heard of him and his. The younger one was a good looking man about 22. At one point earlier in the morning, the younger man caught my eye and gave me a big smile and a wave which I acknowledged likewise. A bit later, I noticed him glancing down at Brett quite a lot. This seemed interesting, so I kept a bit of an eye on him. When I looked up one time, he was looking at me and as our eyes met, he gave himself a fairly big grope and smiled again. I returned his smile and didn’t think too much more about it until smoko. I can feel my cock slide over his finger. Ken does not seem to mind that his finger is making contact with my cock. I can feel Ken’s finger moving in and out of Tammy’s pussy while my cock moves in and out of her pussy as well. I feel his finger move to the side of her pussy then shortly afterwards another finger slides in on the other side. My cock is moving in between his two fingers as I thrust. Ken smiles at me and I smile back. The extra pressure of moving my cock between his fingers.