We allowed ourselves a little recovery time, but their touches and caresses to my tingling body didn’t let up and before long their cocks were growi...g again and my pussy was aching for a cock in it. “Who is going to fuck me?” I asked, growing confident, but still looking at Michael, my teacher. “Chris is.” He replied. He lay on the floor, his cock standing straight in the air, and as he stroked and played with it he said “Come here darling and sit on my face.” I didn’t need to be told twice, I. Still, the foregone conclusion was that the filled pens meant a sizable infusion of income into the town coffers and almost everyone had a smile on their face with the possible exception of the always horny Henrietta Henderson on the lookout for Sam’s next visit. In all honesty, it would be a falsehood to claim that Sam was not eager to do that more often but he was doing his best to keep his domestic situation stable and the responsibility to keep peace in the saloon and down at the House of. I would regret that shortly. The drive to Brent’s was long and bumpy, I was shaking by the time I pulled in the parking lot of the apartments. I sat there waiting for a few minutes for him to get home. As I slid the panties off, I was nervous and scared and excited all in one. I didn’t know what he had planned but really didn’t care if I came as hard as I did the first time he fucked me. I do anything to cum that hard again, anything! Brent pulled in and I got out of the car. As I shut the car. When I get to my room, I see it’s the same as ever. Mum tells me it’ll always be my room. I never did change it from when I was a teenager. It’s decked out in silver and black everything, with random blues to give it color. I love this room. Hearing mum down in the kitchen bustling about, I know she didn't hear me come in. I watch her at the door, making sandwiches and fixing a salad. She’s just as fit as my dad; she was a runner in high school. She’s very short though, only coming in at five.