Rod handed out bankbooks to each of them.“You all have your share; me and Michele double checked and it’s all there,” Rod advised his compatriot....Michele and Polly were both dressed casually as women but Doc Holiday and Mary Maine were dressed in male civilian clothing.“I’m thinking of going full time,” Michele said perusing her bankbook.“What? Living full time in drag?” Doc looked astonished.Michele just kept her own counsel.She raised her glass.“To Barrack Room Bettys,” she smiled and they. Their lips joined and wracking spasms shook her body while she moaned into his mouth. Peter felt the her vaginal walls rippling around his cock, milking him, sucking his juices from him. With tremendous rushes of pleasure, his fluids shot into her, filling her, making his thrusting easier. When she felt him coming, Bonnie went wild and groaned wildly into his mouth as she strained against him, shaking powerfully. Their initial pleasure sated, they stayed as they were, with Peter lying atop. That worked well. She’d also put out a request that no one was to bring hard drugs. Pot was all right, but nothing further. People went along with that, a point that surprised me given the way some of them showed up for work. Katy didn’t want to have the police involved, or have somebody OD on something.“Katy and I were on the bus as it wended its way up the hills to this home. We got there about four o’clock, and more and more people were arriving all the time. By six there must have been two. I just lifted my legs up instinctively and the wife grabbed my ankles and held me in place whilst he speared me with his tool in a way that took all of the wind right out of my poor lungs.He banged and banged on my hymen but to no avail.Finally, he gave me an apologetic look and flipped me over on my tummy making me take it prone bone like a silly schoolgirl which is exactly what I really was. Of course, he took the rear route much to the delight of his wife who urged him on with her spiteful.