When she was on the dance floor, there were a few studs-in-waiting around her, moving and shaking in an attempt to catch her eye. As I sipped my drin..., my eyes just wandered the room. It was then that I was hit by a bolt of lightning from my worst fears. There was my Angela, on the dance floor, looking like something from my wildest fantasies, and doing some of the things in my dreams! Except she wasn’t doing them with me.My mouth hung open as I looked at her on the dance floor, also. It's questionable how many developed a real liking for fish, but everybody delighted in the novelty. Some had taken fish from the Platte River, but not in the number nor with the joy they felt when they plundered the Humboldt River.And the Indians! The Paiutes they met were universally friendly and helpful. Some of this may well have been because the Indians knew that the migrants were just passing through and had no intention of settling on "their" land, but a part must have been out of just. You know Vicky and I have no secrets except this one. I'm OK with letting you in on this because I trust you and I am not ashamed to let you in on this but with Vicky it's different. You've probably figured out that Vicky and I have been together sexually but we never shared a man until you came along. I'm comfortable with having sex with Marcie but she is my daughter and I know Vicky would not really understand a mother-daughter sexual relationship as we've discussed it and she just does not. She stood up instantly.“Hurry,” she implored as she turned around and bent over the bar, with her tits resting on it.She wasn’t kidding about being wet. The moment the head of my cock brushed her pussy lips, I could feel it. I gave my cock a couple of wiggles, coating the tip in her wetness, and pushed inside her.“Oh god, yes!” she cried.“Fuck, yeah. That pussy feels good,” I said as I pumped my hips.I felt her fingers brush against my shaft when they slipped between her legs to her clit. .