It's about a couple of cowboys who take on the role of protecting a group of, let's call them dance-hall girls." Whores," Leslie said. "Let's call the... whores. It wasn't a big deal in the 1800s. A woman had the choice of finding a decent husband and hoping he outlived her or turning to prostitution. She couldn't vote. She couldn't own property. She couldn't run a business. If her husband died, she found another husband or she became a whore." OK, whores," Sarah said. It was the word her scene. Kim and Darla only live 2 doors down from me and Kim drinks all the time so Darla stays at the house alot playing with my boys. I find myself watching her out in the yard with my cock out. She's turning cartwheels in those damn little sundresses she's been wearing lately, not even trying to cover herself.Does she know what she is doing to me?The boys were riding bikes and I heard Darla say I am going to pee boy's and don't you dare follow me and I mean it , I heard her tell them as she headed. Come on."She turned her bike around and was gone. I had to futz with the combination, take off the chain, put it around the seat and re lock it. By the time I was ready to go she was clear on the other side of the parking lot. She was stopped, her arms crossed under her chest, acting as if I was keeping her waiting. Which I guess I was.We had to ride single file for most of the first five miles or so. There was just too much traffic and not enough road for us to ride side by side. I let her. I pushed her back gently on the bed and said, "I think you're ready to try." I mounted her body and knew that unlike the rough, dominant way I'd taken Laurie, this seduction needed a tender woman's touch (although I planned to make her a submissive slut just like the others by the time her transformation was complete).I slowly brought my soaked box to her mouth. Drawing her in had made me very wet. I gently pulled against the back of her head and brought her into me. "Eat," was all I said.And.