Feeling his hips slam into my ass. Feeling his Cock push against my cervix, feeling that familiar warmth from head to toe as he fucked me mercilessly....That was when I really started enjoying it. It was strange, being pimped out to my husbands boss (literally something like in a porno), but, HOLY SHIT, it was really happening, I was getting fucked by the guy who said he liked my fried chicken at the company Picnic. I felt his thumb press against, and slide into my asshole. I gasped again he. “Let me see.” I was so transfixed that I didn’t have the presence of mind to exit from the story I had been reading. Mom leant over to look at the screen, one of her nipples pressing against my naked chest. Intentionally, I’m sure, and she made no move to disengage. Mom was reading the text on the screen. The story was something like ‘Femdom Mom’ and visible at the top of the page was: ‘The humiliating punishments Jason’s Mom had inflicted on him were instantly forgotten as she seized his. Then he pulled away from me, but just briefly.I gasped and almost screamed aloud when I felt him opening his zipper. Then his hard hot cockhead was between my ass cheeks. I could feel my cotton thong drenched in my own warm juices. He shifted his cock lower, and I felt it sliding between my legs, then, rubbing my pussy. My legs nearly buckled at that. And then, feeling like a whore, I spread my tighs for him. Giving him full access and welcoming his cock. Like a real bitch in heat. i wanted his. “Well fuck me sideways, maybe you’ll do after all!” and with that Hank Jedburgh got up and walked away. One of his better traits was that he did not bear grudges, except against the Irish.The train consisted of 18 wagons, Hank and three guards. The other two were old, one looked to be sixty! They had been cowboys but the work was too hard now so this was a way of earning a living and getting square meals each day. The 18 wagons were divided almost evenly between the 10 Livonite families and 8.