Now they were both awake again and both were wanting more sex for their money. Especially the man moving to cover me now. The man who'd asked about my...sore pussy.Concerned about my sore pussy or not, he seemed very ready to follow my previous instructions to fuck me hard as he moved on top of me. My previous lover had turned on the light in the bathroom and by its light my new lover and I watched as his cock probed between my legs. I reached down to slide his cock's tip through my cummy slit to. . um...”“Don’t you worry thare, pardner,” Bart’s gruff voice interrupts. “Me and ol’ little Rosemary will take good care of ya.”Rosemary nods in confirmation of the ranch hand’s words and gives Casey a sensual smile. Bart’s strong hand go to work over Casey’s neck, shoulders and then back and hips. He would never have taken the large man to be into anyone other than women. It wasn’t a secret that he is fucking Rosemary’s mother, but this is certainly a surprise. Casey isn’t appalled by the. This outfit was supposed to let my body breathe. I couldn't where anything else. Well, except the corset.My Mom insisted that I start wearing a corset when I was fouteen. She always used to tell me, "Yasmina, you got to hide your goods when you're to young, or you'll never get a man. But you better be ready for him, if you want him to marry you." My Dad was in agreement with my Mom on this issue. He always had me serve his guests when he had guys over to watch football. The only other woman. It was glorious. A nice amount of hair and as I went under her I could feel the wetness between her legs. She was still strokling me through my pants when I rubbed a finger across her slit and clit and back again until I found her sweet hole and pushed my finger in. She sucked in her breath and shivered and pushed her hips down against my finger. I was still kissing her neck and fingering her when I noticed she was even wetter inside her pussy. I pulled my finger out and looked down and.