It’s a secret that we keep private. We don’t text message each other, talk on the phone or do anything else that could be easily intercepted or sc...utinized. We piled into the backseat of the car and I adjusted the seat to recline. She very aggressively straddled me and started to kiss and hug me. Her fingers were literally digging into me and she was tongue kissing me. She was even more aggressive than usual – racing to get my penis up and over my shorts – grasping the shaft with her hand with. Eight men showed up about half an hour before the stage was due and pulled a boulder to the middle of the road. Aha! They had to be the bandits! I did not want to shoot yet because I wanted the stagecoach crew and passengers to witness that I actually had shot the bandits during the course of a robbery. I did not want to give the stage line an opportunity to weasel out of paying me for my work.I waited just as the bandits did until the stagecoach showed up. There was a lot of shooting as the. ”I looked across at Alice; Hilary had certainly not held herself back much if her slurred speech was anything to go by, but my glance was met with an equally tipsy expression on my wife’s face. We talked for an hour or so more about inconsequential but enjoyable things while sipping yet another round of drinks as the bar emptied around us.With fewer revellers to overhear, the increased privacy allowed other, more sensitive subjects to arise. At first obliquely, but then more and more directly,. “That,” she said, pointing and my throbbing crotch, “We'll have to wait. You now work for me, Andrea, and I have had a long, long evening. I need something to make me forget about it.” As she was saying this her panties were sliding down her legs and onto the floor. “Now Andrea…let me see if you would make a good lesbian. “On your knees.” I swallowed hard, “Yes, ma’am.” I dropped to my knees and she forcefully pulled my head under her skirt. “I’m waiting, let’s see what you’ve got my dear.” I.