The place was empty but it was barely noon."Yer jus' in time for the show," the publican said as he wiped his hands on his filthy apron.I lifted an ey...brow."Think it'll be the dark-haired one t'day," he said, stepping to his front door. I followed with my beer in my fist. "She's the best a'the bunch."From the far end of the dusty street came a well-dressed rider on a thin-legged horse. The man wore a long, well-tailored coat and a tri-cornered hat. His breeches were fawn-colored and. He was grabbing and sucking, manipulating them so well. Then M sits up and starts undoing my pants. I'm thinking, is she really going to do this. I step out of my pants and she pulls my panties down. We are both naked. Her husband, fully dressed. Holding on to the back of his neck, he's still mauling my tits. I feel her hand rubbing my stomach, from my tits to just above my pussy. I reach down and grab her tits. Play a little, then run my hand down her arm to her hand. I help her rub my. “We had so much fun.” She threw herself at her father, her arms going around his neck. She kissed him, nuzzling into his thick, black beard.He gripped her ass with his strong, manly hands. I shivered. He had Clint’s strength, squeezing Leyla’s rump like he owned her as he pulled her tight against him. She melted against his solid form, moaning like a little hussy. My pussy itched, remembering Clint mastering my body.And my eldest son, Faizel, too, had dominated me. Even Jalal had shown himself. I pushed my way out into the hall, along with everyone else in a hurry to get the hell out of here. Everything was jam-fucking packed as people crowded together gossiping about whatever stupid bullshit. It was hard to get anywhere without running into a packed crowd. A lot of people bitched about it, but only because they were a bunch of wimps. I loved it. There’s nothing like a crowded hall when it comes to throwing your weight around.School had been boring as shit today, and football practice.