After cheating on my boyfriend with my old boyfriend, I used to visit him many times. He used to call me at his place and fuck me like a bitch, I real...y don’t want to cheat on my boyfriend but whenever he calls me at his place, I used to visit him beside thinking not to cheat on my boyfriend but I used to be at his place to get fucked. I used to feel like the cheap slut that time. Time went by, I got fucked by two guys (my boyfriend and my old boyfriend). Sometimes, I got fucked 6-7 times a day. Money might be tight for a time.The thirty miles to Mojave didn't take as long as he supposed it would. He'd ridden Jenny most of the way. It wasn't much past mid-afternoon when he tied Jenny's lead at the hitching post in front of the general store. He figured on picking up supplies and aiming back out. Probably would be a good idea to head east, out of state. No sense tempting fate by heading back into trouble.The store wasn't much. The town wasn't much as far as that went. The unpainted. She adjusted a bit and had opened her zip of her pants, giving me indications to play with her pussy. With out wasting any time further, I immediately encircled my hand over her and tried to reach to her bottom. But due to the sitting arrangement it was a bit difficult to do so. Suddenly in a surprise move she lowered herself and dropped her on my lap, this time wrapping herself and a part of me in her shawl. Even I was bewildered by her bold step and to my utter surprise, her face went close. By this I mean I was aware of all that follows in this story! The group contained Thirty-One guys and three gals and my hubby. Within the group one man who turned out to be about twenty years my senior, casually put his arm around my waist and drew me into one of the bed rooms. My chest started to pound as in my innocence, I expected just some quick kisses and to be back within the group in virtually no time at all. It just didn't occur to me that as blatant an act could last any more than.