Becky was always intrigued by Sally's stories, but wondered how much of it she was making up or exaggerating. One thing she knew that Sally was not ex...ggerating about was dressing sexy. At the busy restaurant here they met for lunch the men would always be admiring Sally's revealing outfits, while most of the women were appalled at the way she dressed. Shela was a bit more reserved, she seldom spoke of her private sex life, but one of their meetings Shela shyly confessed that at her urging,. I jerked her head back rather violently and cupped the fingers of my other hand around her throat. “What kind of slut are you?” “I’m a goddamned nasty whore?” Then I released her throat and slapped her ass very hard. She yelped loudly in painful pleasure. With each almost violent thrust Jennifer yelled out and with each hard tug on her hair she screamed, “Oh God Yes!” After a few minutes I finally felt an orgasm building up inside my testicles. “I’m gonna cum.” “Cum inside me, you. " She didn't know why she said that as it was obvious as she felt his hard tool behind his pants.Fred shuddered at the way she spoke. Cock. His wife had never used such words and it sounded different having his professional executive wife say it. It sounded so sexy to hear it and it turned him on even more.She raised her hands and undid his belt without breaking eye contact and then moved onto his button and pulled his zipper down. Fred didn't dare move as he stared down at Katie. He swallowed. Somehow, the Geronimo band on top of the mesa had gotten the word on the reservation contingent and it probably was what was disturbing them recently more than the presence of the hated enemy at the base of the heights.The sun was up and over the foothills before Sam had his first sip of coffee brewed in the cook wagon makeshift oven with the heated rocks. He had to have that first cup of coffee in the morning to start up all his physical and mental systems like oil for some nefarious.