Maur labd andar dala ek bar main nhi gaya par mene nhi nikala …Wo toh jaide marr gayi thi..Aaaaah nnniiikkaaalll bbharr kkkiuutte…Aaahhaa…Nmaaaa...��Maaarrgayyii mene 5 sec ka pause liya aur phir gudya iss bar andar gussa aur phir mai nhi rukh aur diye lapalap dakhke pach pach ki awazz ane lagii…Main nhi ruka par wo rukh gayi shayad dard se behoosh ho gayi thi…Phir main ruka usse khole aur nehlaya aur nehlate nehlate ek phir phir choda…Bhahrbake uski halat chalne jaise nhi thi nahibusje lass kapde. ”“No, I’d better not.”“Oh, go ahead, you might like it.”“Is that what you are afraid of?”“Well…. maybe.”“Go ahead.”You feel a light, hesitant touch on your right breast.“Oh, go ahead, Sally. Really touch her.”“Oh, go ahead Sally, really touch her. Cup those tits give ‘em a squeeze!”“Go on! Like this.”You feel a confident hand cup your tit, caressing, lifting, feeling its delicate feminine shape. You look up and see Casey staring at you. You wish it was his hand.The women giggled a little. I spent most of my resting time in a saloon slowly drinking beer and playing low-stakes poker. I was determined to improve my skill at poker. It seemed that poker was the only recreation besides visiting whore houses that was available and socially acceptable for a man during that time. Frankly, most women in whore houses smelled so bad that I was hard pressed to enjoy my visits, so I wanted to do what I could to improve my poker playing ability.The next day, I was back on my horse headed. They leaned into My shoulders and I held them both. "I am so happy I have two little slut girls," I said. "And we are happy to have such a wonderful Master," pet replied. "Mmmm," Julie agreed. We sat there, the three of us for several minutes, until pet said it was almost lunchtime. The girls got up and got dressed in their lingerie and went off to fix lunch. Pet and Julie made some sandwiches and I told them to bring them out on the deck so we could eat them outdoors. Julie was a bit.