It took three weeks of pure hell fer me afore the coach I was in was stopped. Fortunately, I was the only passenger that day, soz I was able to slip o...t of the coach when the bandits stopped it. I was already out when one of the bandits got around to checking inside for passengers, so they didn't know about me. I had my Winchester and my shotgun "pistol" as my weapons, so I was pretty well fixed for shootin' irons.I slipped around behind the coach and got a good look at the bandit gang. There. I mean MY dildo, the other rhythmically stroking from mound down to the shaft, I began rising and falling on that cock (which my mind was gratefully allowing me to believe was yours). I pumped constantly until the entire the entire 10" were covered with my cream; cream that has been building up (thanks to you), for months now. My senses were entirely encapsulated in the reverie, my body lurching forward and my face landing on yours, on the pillow. I could see the look on your face up close now,. What is your point, Sir?” Juliette asked as she polished the table.“Isn’t that like wrong or something?” I said.“Does it look wrong, sir?” Juliette asked me politely. Stacy and Becky were smiling slightly as they tongue wrestled with each other. They weren’t kissing each other romantically or even passionately. There was a blunt-force to how Becky was jamming her tongue into Stacy’s mouth, and the two of them were jousting. Spit was dribbling down their chins.It didn’t look wrong. It looked. But just before she totally lost control, he erupted within her– and eruption was the correct term.It was as if a volcano had erupted between her legs. She screamed even louder as the man’s cum seemed to burn and sear its way into her body. The pain should have doused her passion, but instead it took her over the top into an intense orgasm, perhaps the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life. She felt herself shaking wildly and could hear her own voice as she screamed.