Despite the gray Stetson hat pulled low the figure sports long golden tresses with hair blowing in the breeze. The rider halts in front of the towns o...ly saloon, gets out of the saddle in a graceful moment displaying leather chaps over spurs mounted on small boots, and ties the reins to the hitching post that has two other horses quietly waiting for their owners to return. As the figure mounts the wooden walkway it looks up to reveal a stunningly beautiful female face that seems completely out. I gasp sharply at the sensation: a little squeak escapes from my throat. I feel your body trembling against me. You too are aroused and excited. Now your fingers find the lacy edge of my panties and tug at them, pulling them to one side, nuzzling into the dark wiry hairs of my bush. Oh god – what if anyone can see my pussy hairs? Sliding down, burrowing down through my bush, catching and pulling on the hairs as they go, your fingers find the top of my slit. You wouldn’t. Ah. I feel something. His other hand started hiking my dress up at the back until I felt raindrops on my buttocks. His hand caressed my butt before giving it a sharp spank. The flash of pain quickly turned to heat that helped to feed the fire between my legs. The rain ran down my butt crack, adding to the wetness that was already there, cold water mixing with hot arousal.He slapped me once more before plunging his fingers into my hot wet depths. My hiss of pleasure was carried away on the wind, as his fingers. Tiffi turned to see who Ben was nodding to and I saw that she sported a spectacular black eye. Hmmm. No law against hitting concubines. No sir. From what I gathered, there was no law against beating the living daylights out of them and chucking them in the recycle bin. But the inability to go several hours without encountering a problem so big that it required violence? Amateur. And whaling on the woman to whom you had professed undying love not so very long ago? Shitheel.The girls saw their.