It wasn’t common. I pushed my palms up her legs to her meaty thighs, the perspiration causing her leg hairs to stand straight out. Pushing her thigh... open, I laid between them. Her aroma was of feminine musk and sweat. My cock was throbbing in my khakis. I parted her bush with my fingers, feeling her wetness. Her pink fleshy folds were pretty and inviting. Venturing further I flicked my tongue across her clitoris, tasting her. My eyes roamed the area of her sex, surprised to find a small tattoo. "Suck, bitch!"Some how in the back of my mind I liked being called a bitch and did my bestto get him off as he face fucked me, Another fantasy fulfilled. It wasn'tlong before he was spurting cum down my throat as I sucked him dry. I wasshocked at how greedy my sucking became as I reveled in the feeling of hisspasms on my lips as his cum shot into my mouth. "Oh my God! I'm lovingthis! Am I a cocksucker?"The other 4 took their turns and left me with a cum covered face, tornblouse, torn nylons,. "Do you want me to leave?" she asked.I didn't want her to leave, but that raised the question of what exactly I was trying to accomplish."No," I said."Good." Maybe you should fix your shirt though, just so it's not all bunched up at the top."It was a weak excuse for my request, but I was hoping Monica would just accept it for what it was. She shifted and raised her arms to grab her shirt, but instead of pulling it back down tugged it over her head and discarded it."That so wasn't what I meant. I had spoken to the driver and shotgun guard before we left Deadwood, and I had promised them each a $25 bonus to get us to the railroad station safely. On top of that, Annie and I were armed with pistols, and all three of us had shotguns. I would not say that Mrs. Weston was a good shot, but you don't have to be a good shot when you're using a 10-gauge double barrel shotgun!The bandits gave up without much of a fight when they found themselves facing four shotguns. The shotgun guard fired the.