Standing at my door was a girl I knew, called Leigh. She was very drunk, and naked, in thecorridor. Quite a few people had come out of their rooms to ...ee what was going on. Among them were a couple, and the male half was standing in the corridor, naked, with a full erection,which was glistening in the neon light either with her spit of her cunt juices.It was a NICE cock, I had a good look, and he at me, as I was naked as well.Leigh was trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. I didn't. He stared at her perfect little ass-hole. It winking back at him as she flexed her pc-muscle again. It wasn’t typically like him to want to play with it but it was so tight and so clean he found himself even wanting to lick it - a thought that may have previously grossed him out a little - and indeed had with some previous girls. She was different. He thought about it, inching his thumbs closer to her pretty, pink hole while peeling her ass even further apart... No. Not tonight. He. My cock was throbbing and oozing precum by now. I was melting with desire. She f***ed me to spread my legs open and she took a good look at my arse hole. As she did so she bent forward, again showing me that bare naked pussy. I really wanted to lick her, touch her, feel her but my hands were tired and I had to allow her to do as she wished. Within seconds, she began to push the buttplug against my hole. At first it didnt want to take it in. Refusing it entry. She began to slowly lick my dick up. Thompkins, telling him we’d see him in two days. We were almost out to the new railroad spur when I stopped my horse and Tom stopped beside me.“Tom, did you ever think we’d make this much money the whole first year, not just with the first crop?“I never thought we’d ever make this much. I didn’t know there was this much money in the world. What are we going to tell the women, Luther and Juan Carlos?”“I’m just going to hand this paper to Lucia and see what she does. I know she’ll cry, then.