“That’s a right pretty appaloosa, Matt,” Paul observed.“Yeah, I picked Margarite up from an old Indian horse trainer in Nevada. She was traine... 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. It's a good thing I wasn't a cherry, though." He said, "I don't understand. Damn it! I drank too much tonight, and I'm still kind of fuzzy, but--why, baby? Why me?" "Because you're big and beautiful and my daddy. Because I love you more than I could ever love any other man. Because I want you to keep fucking me until I freak out." "B-but--it's all wrong, and people don't do this sort of thing--I mean- -" "It's already done!" she answered, feeling much wiser and older than him. "We've already. What did I have to lose? Slowly, I bent and removed my shoes and socks. I thought a bit and then removed my pants, keeping my exposure so far below the window of the car. As I looked around, I saw the power I had to excite guys and that gave me a rush. Even so, I was shaking as I took off my top. I was in my bra and panties and I knew all the guy's eyes were glued to me. I quickly stripped off my underwear and then slipped into my shoes. I then got out of the car and ran naked to my. After the strenuous day, he was tired, though. A few minutes later, they were both asleep, but it was a long while before his cock finally went down.Morales woke from a dream of a dozen Jasmines all trying to fuck him to death. As he looked toward the door, he could see the faint glow of daylight. Easing from her arms, shivering, he quickly dressed before adding some smaller pieces of wood to the smoldering remains of the main fire before starting a cook fire. With another look at his sleeping.