Oh he knew my neck was sensitive. He bit my neck hard. I moaned loud as he started to finger fuck me for all his worth. He didn't let up, on his bitin... or finger fucking, until I had cum all over his hand. The towel had at some point been thrown across the room. I didn't care anymore. He ran his two fingers through my pussy again making me twitch. Then he dragged the two fingers over my ass and up my back to my neck. Successfully leaving a trail of my pussy juices up my body. One hand bracing. I guess I was reminiscing in my mind when I became aware that I was seeing a bronc coming up the valley. Company coming! I put the coffee pot on. When the man got here he said he was from the livery stable and the sheriff had sent him out. He had other letters from various people. There were three from my sister in St. Paul, one from the sheriff and two from Mom Kimbal. I almost immediately guessed what information was contained in the missives before I opened any of them. Henry, the liveryman,. He calmly said, “Of course, it’s hard, Inga, but this is what needs to be done to strengthen your relationship. This situation is extremely natural. Your husband is a great man, but genetically, he just isn’t fit." He paused briefly to let this sink in.He continued, "This isn't bad, it doesn’t make him a bad person, but you are a healthy fit woman, and it’s only natural for you to outsource in a time like this. You don’t want your healthy genes to go to waste, and if you had a child with Josh,. When we gangbang her we’ve got to make sure she is full of cock all the time.After we’d pounded her for a while, I said its time to flip you over – mainly cause I wanted to fuck the slut’s arse as well.So Whitey pulled out and she turned around and sat her arse down all the way on my cock, spread her legs and Whitey stuck his cock into her wide-open cunt.She loved that as well.The whole time she was saying stuff like “Fuck me, I’m your personal slut, fuck me like the slut I am, pound your cocks.