We dance for a while, not close dancing, but I’m definitely getting turned on, and she’s got that drunk “I’m getting frisky look.” I realize...now my dick is hard and I don’t want to be too obvious. Then, a couple of songs later, it’s a slower song and we start dancing closer. Now I’m up close looking in those beautiful green eyes, smelling her perfume. I’m getting a nice view down her dress, her small cleavage, round white breasts and nude colored bra. As hard as her nipples were I didn’t think. That would give us a little more distance between us.Once we were out on the flats we cut the girls loose so they could right themselves in the saddle.Katie introduced the five other girls; Roxie Williams was a 31 year old woman from Ohio that had been taken a week or more ago during a raid on her wagon train.Doli which means Bluebird a 22 year old Navajo had been traded to the bandits for a couple flintlock rifles.Koko which means Night was 20 years old and Blackfoot, she had been out picking. After several more of those I again altered my pattern and began to actually walk across the centre of the mirror, at that point Will should be able to see virtually straight up under by skirt and catch glimpses of the tiny strip of black nylon covering my sex and the string that was embedded in the crack between my arse cheeks. As I went into each twisting turn I tried to keep my legs a little apart, knowing that although it might look a bit awkward, Will’s improved view up me would more than. " It's not battery acid," she teased, running her hands over my spent body. "It's nice. Try it." She caused a flood of arousal as her fingers gripped the base of my cock and swept upwards, milking the last of my cum onto her dainty fingers.My heart quickened. "I'm not gay!" I never said you were." She held her fingers to my lips and cocked her head. "Honestly, try it. For me!" I screwed up my face but Katherine was insistent, and I relented by poking my tongue out to the mess dripping from her.