“Oh, now it’s a party,” Ryan said taking a joint.“Ha, seems like someone’s not a prissy little girl. I like that,” Bridgit chuckled and ha...ded the bag to the other girls.Everyone else took a joint and the party went on with drinking and smoking weed. The punch had run out and Bridgit brought out the stronger stuff which brought along a chorus of cheers and claps.The conversation had gone raunchier and they were sharing sexual experiences and fantasies. Each sip and puff they took they were more. She wasn’t alone, she was with a guy who had his tongue down her throat. She was hot and she let him kiss her deeply as she moaned and breathed as quietly as she could. With every touch, her breathing got heavier and louder and my dick turned rock hard. I saw the guy lift her shirt up as she breathed even harder. She breathed so hard that she let out a soft moan. Fuck. He pulled her shirt up in a quick flash and she gasped softly. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I saw his tongue twirl against her. I continued gently squeezing her tits, and running my thumb across her nipple. My hand soon moved down, untucking her shirt, and moving into the front of her skimpy G-string. A sudden moan escaped from her as I found her very wet pussy and slid my fingers easily into that heavenly flesh between her thighs. She moved her legs a bit further apart, allowing me the true luxury of moving my finger in and out of her slick pussy; her soft, brown pubic hair damp with her own moisture. My other hand now. Then the leather and canvas rig was followed by two more beaters.Cayuse and I were seated in tilted-back chairs on the wooden sidewalk out front when we saw them from a distance. I was sipping coffee; he was sharpening his Bowie. We stood and moved apart as we watched the procession make its way up Market Street.“Sheriff.”“Lord Sidcup.”“Miss Melanie and I will be in residence at the Bighorn for a week or so.”I nodded. Cayuse was about five feet to my right.“I understand your town rules on.