’ I was getting into this but i figured, hey she wanted to be fucked like a party slut right. She started to get the hang of it and was sucking me r...ally good. As a matter of fact, I had to stop her because she was really getting into it, taking me deep while massaging my balls at the same time and i was getting close to blowing. I grabbed her and pulled her up off her knees and it took some effort because she didn’t want to let my cock out of her mouth. Finally she came up and I turned her. He gasped a little when he realized she was wearing no underwear, and his eyes slowly took inventory of the woman walking by his side. He stayed outside the bathroom, making sure she had to pass by him again. When she came out, she saw him and went to him. “Could you bring my Papa a glass of water?” “Uhhh yes of course” She could see the mind of the guy working out the piece of information she just dropped him. She was with her “Papa”. He took a while getting the water, still trying to. Wanting any chance to get close to Becky, I asked her if she wanted to dance. She accepted enthusiastically and we made our way onto the dance floor. Since I was tall, 6’3, we meshed together rather well on the dance floor. At first we maintained a respectful distance between our bodies as we danced. As the music continued, our bodies gravitated toward one another until we were pressed against each other. Becky rested her head on my shoulder as I rested my hands on her lower back. ”“Gramps, we want to go back to Tulsa with the marshals. We want to go to school and learn readin’ and writin’, and have girls and boys our age for friends. We want to ride our own horses and wear new buckskins too,” Kit said as she held her Gramps’ hand.“Girls, you’ve made me proud tonight. We ain’t got nothin to stay here for no way except this old place and it’s fallin’ down around us.”“Marshals, I reckon if you can stand us, we’ll make the trip back down to Tulsa with y’all, after you clean.