. my name's Bob, but friends call me Bison. Ma'am." He couldn't help himself, he knew he was blushing, and he felt even more stupid for it."My, but ar...n't you the big, strong, handsome type." She gushed. "Why don't you come in and tell me why you're knocking on my door?"She grabbed his arm and steered him in, or tried to. She was amazed someone could be so solid. It was like trying to move a wall.Bison ducked briefly, not wishing to hit his head on the doorframe like he always did, and walked. There were a number of wagon trains readying for the Oregon trail, and a few heading for Denver. One of them consisted of five mule wagons, carrying among other items several pieces of equipment ordered for their mine. The wagoners were accompanied by the wagon master, the cargo superintendent, a scout and a trail cook who drove his own, smaller chuck wagon. Their problem was that the scout had been thrown from his horse on the way to Independence, and he still had a hard time keeping his. ” “I didn’t say that,” I snapped at Donny. “Oh I want to,” Bruce said, “but I want to be sure that what Bobby said a little bit ago goes. That is I don’t take part unless you Louise and you Marty,” he pointed at each of them, “take part in your own shows. Okay?” Louise and Marty looked at each other. Marty glance at her brother and back to Louise and said, “I don’t know.” Louise who had started this conversation said, “Come on Marty.”. “I don’t know…watching my brother…my brother watching. Susie groaned loudly at that hot-poker feel of cock sliding up to her pussy. “Oh — ohhhh…”On his hands and knees, he grunted. “How’s this?”His inflamed cocktip pushed against her buttery cunt lips, lodging between them. Susie’s mouth flew open and a long moan slid out as, for the first time ever, she actually felt her cunt mouth being pried open around a real, throbbing prick!“Oh yehhhsss…”She squirmed ecstatically, feeling her cunt folds expand and melt into a snug vise about her cousin’s.