"Couldn't Officer Ray arrest them or something?" It's not against the law," Mommy corrected, "and, anyway, you know perfectly well that it's an honour...to suffer for the pleasure of others." Not that those poor boys were getting much pleasure, either," Kathy grumbled. "I've never heard 'I'm sorry' and 'excuse me' so many times in my life." She could still feel her body painfully stretching to accommodate her multiple visitors and the queer sensation of not really wanting company. "They really. She wants you to come back. And Marilyn (remember Marilyn?) thought you were cute. And, honest, we all miss you. Especially Ronnie. Hon, did you make an impression on her! (wink). Miss your salads. Miss your coffee. Miss you."Her letters had never been markedly intimate. I suppose she thought (and I agreed) that my parents might read them. I saved all of Martha's letters in a shoe box, along with a few incidental papers and other scraps to throw my parents off. And I thought little of the. I then sent her to sit on a bench in front of the hotel a few doors down the street and told her to wait there for me. I then went into the saloon.The very dandified man Ruby had pointed out to me was just sitting in on a poker game. Lately, I had made a point of learning the fine points of winning at poker, so that I had now become an excellent player. Therefore, I thought I might take some money from Ruby's nemesis and provoke him into drawing on me. I went over and sat in on the game almost. I could feel her convulsions I released her nipple and caught the dildo. I pulled slowly as the head drew even with her lips I dove in replacing the dildo with my lips. I drank in all her nectar wanting to miss none of her sweet mixture. I lapped as each tremor pushed a bit more of her cum into my waiting mouth. Slowly she came down from her climax I could tell because instead of gripping my hair she was stroking it. I lifted my head looking into her eyes her face was covered in my cum it was.