They ate together; they lived in the same one-room cabin, worked in the same frigid creek water, or dug inside the same mine shaft. They even drank an... gambled together in the same saloon. Often, they took turns with the same soiled doves.The winter of 1865-’66 proved a harsh and unforgiving season, resulting in Casey and Roger being snowbound in the cabin for weeks at a time. Only venturing out between blizzards to head to the towns for a drink, a woman, some gambling, and much needed. She inserted her dildo into her pussy. She was soaking wet, as the dildo was going in and out, her pussy made an audible squelching sound. Liz bent her neck to face down and took the end of my cock in her mouth as it passed through the top of her cleaverage. After a few minutes of this when I gained momentum of speed, her glasses fell off onto the floor. I then slowed down my pace and spat a long glob of saliva into her cleavage and onto my cock.“Yes please,” Said Liz, as she turned to look up. He squeezed her hand again, “Look, if you don’t want me to come back to yours we can-”“No! No I do, I do, It’s just, how do it say it?”He smiled and met her gaze, “Quickly? So we can hurry up and get to yours?”She blushed, “I have… Well, I have a…”“A?...” “Dick?” She asked, even though it wasn’t a question.To his credit, and her surprise, he didn’t immediately walk away, though he did hesitate for a moment, “Oh. No shit?”“Yeah…”“Mm.” He was quiet for another long moment, then shrugged. I turned around and there was this gorgeous female, young maybe about 24, long blond hair, blue eyes that you could swim in and showing off an ample pair of breasts. She was obviously not dressed up in Fancy Dress for the party but I asked if she was going to Helen's and was waiting for the rest of the people? She said no and that she had been sitting with her girlfriends across the bar, had seen me sitting on my own and had come across to talk. I looked across and there where about 10 girls.