I’d read about the Wells Fargo robbery last Christmas. According to the articles, the robbers had had a falling out and killed each other fighting o...er the loot. I was puzzled, though. The reports said that a posse tracking in the early spring had found the campsite, the bodies, and all the gold in the Wells Fargo strongbox, unopened and untouched. If Kyle took the strongbox, that would change what was recorded in history.We walked right past the men slumped over the Wells Fargo box and headed. This time hand didn't went back. It stayed touching my ass and even moving around my asschick. I've turned back but it was difficult to recognise whom this hand was. After few stops it has been made some space and hand disappear from my ass. It was kinda nice feeling and bit exciting as well. When tram moved I felt something on my ass again. Didn't want to turn around as I get little bit excited and my cock gets hard and everyone could see it my "tent". I looked at the window reflection and. The lights were low, there was soft music on, and candles burning. My wife was in the shower, so I took my clothes off and joined her, washing her body as I like to do. I asked her if she had any idea for what to do tonight, and she said she had a few. She finished up in the shower, and she took the only towel, as usual, and went into the bedroom to start getting dressed. I stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom to get a towel, but before I could get one, she had. Ursi gasped, her chubby thighs closing around him and her tail wrapping around his torso. She hugged him close, running her fingers through his hair as he sucked and chewed. He rubbed his face in her silken coat, nuzzling and biting as Ursi began to lean back, her eyes low and sultry. She lowered them down until he was lying on top of her and she was on her back, gravity fighting Dennis for possession of her heavy breasts.She pushed the top of his head and eased him lower, Dennis sliding down.