“Yeah, I picked Margarite up from an old Indian horse trainer in Nevada. She was trained up as a cutting horse. She’s about the best I seen around...cattle.” I wanted to get a better feel for the area, so I changed the subject. “How do you like living way up here in the middle of nowhere.”“Better than the big city. Everyone hereabouts knows each other. Not much trouble to speak of, except for drunk tourists. Just a typical small town. I should warn you, though. The gossip mill has already gotten. Gloria took my hand, and placed it right onto her twat. I didn't even have to move my fingers. She just rubbed her pussy with my hand, and put her head right next to mine. My cum was loaded, and ready to be fired. So much cum flew out because of them, it was next to impossible to hold anything back. My eyelids shut, and my head tilted back. The sexual pleasure almost seemed to be too much, and I actually visualized myself when I broke my foot a couple years earlier. How insane is that? My. There...They all gapped, Oh-ed, and Ah-ed about the pictures shown. Along with famous people, writers, and God knows who else, there she was, signing up for rehab!Told you it was a brilliant plan, Emma gushed, laughing about how cracked out she looked in the picture.Of course ... the four girls burst into laughter.A few tables down, her posse glared at them, now led by her fellow Queen Bee of the Junior Class. It was their fault their Queen Bee was now in rehab. She was missing almost a week of. Nicht, um meinem Freund zu gefallen, sondern weil ich in der Therme gerne schwimmen gehe und mein Bikini zu viele Haare sehen lässt. Nun zeigte sich ein nicht eingeplanter Vorteil: Ich spürte Brunos Atem auf meinen Schamlippen.Und wenn ich ehrlich bin: Es erregte mich... Mit geschlossenen Augen sah ich vor meinen inneren Augen, wie ein Mann mich zärtlich verwöhnte, mir mal die linke mal die rechte Schamlippe küsste. Wohl durch die vorherige Erregung oder vielleicht durch die jetzt beginnende.