He is the prey, feline Sandy is the lioness. Bill adjusts the light slightly then tucks himself in the far corner with his zoom focused on the door.Th...re is the creak of a door opening and Sandy enters on hands and knees. She moves slowly and Bill is able to take some shots of her sinuous beauty as she moves forward, breasts swaying slightly. Then she pauses, lifts her head high and inhales deeply, seeking some scent of her prey. Her back is swayed, her arse is held high and her eyes are. It wasn't long before she dozed off.***Katie heard talking in the kitchen and opened her eyes. She had been asleep for about an hour, and felt refreshed. It was a hot day and she decided to take a dip in the pool. She put on her bikini and looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit it was quite revealing. She wished she had brought a more modest bathing suit. Oh, well. She grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool. "Hi," she called to Aunt Betty and Uncle Ted, who were relaxing on. Hardison pulled his sixshooter and eased inside the stable door.The very first thing the Marshall saw inside the stable was the shocking white ass cheeks of an amply padded female bouncing up and down on top of Blackie's cock. The filly was giving voice to her pussy being filled with Blackie's oversized shaft.Blackie caught the sound of the Marshall's steps and had one of his guns half drawn."Sorry to interrupt you folks. I thought there was a problem in here."Lucy gasped and tried the cover. He was not a grinner, but more a tight-lipped smiler. I tried to imitate his smile. "Absolutely, absolutely," I parroted. Bobbie stared at me again. She looked a little frightened as if she was watching a séance that suddenly became real.We had a small nightcap and spoke about the upcoming sleeping arrangements. He stated, "Of course while Bobbie and you share the master bedroom, I shall watch from doorway." Once again he had that hungry, glittery-eyed sick look on his face. It was very obvious.