He really seemed to like that.“Oh yeah! Get loud for me bitch! Scream for me! Scream for Daddy!” his pace quickened and I felt his balls slapping ...gainst my clit in such a way that made my pussy start to gush.“Ohhhhhhhh Daddyyyyyy! Yes! Yes! Yes Daddy! Fuck that pussy! Fuck your slut daughter’s whore cunt! Hurt me! Hurt my little pussy!” I felt my own cum starting to flow down my thighs.“Such a slut, cumming with your Daddy’s cock in your sloppy used cunt.” His free hand starting slapping my. My gf said take off your wet clothes before you come inside , so I removed my soaking jeans and top and unzipped the bedroom partition and crawled through on my hands and knees. Before I knew what was happening mf gf had yanked my hipsters down my thighs and slapped my my bare arse cheeks. The rain started to come down heavily making a wonderful noise on the canvas. I had managed to roll on to my back as my gf pulled of my hipsters struggling slightly as they clinged to my legs from the soaking. Other than the one incident, the nine-day trip north was boring. The only thing I found to break up the monotony a bit was sitting along the railing of the second deck and watching people when they came aboard at various towns. I tried to meet the ones that made me most curious when they came aboard. A large percent of the people were single men or families planning to buy a wagon in St. Joseph or Omaha and join a wagon train to California and Oregon. Some families already had a wagon and had. .Smel chodrai thi….Unkee…Nikalteee paani ki……Fir kya…Mei tut pada unkiii shavedd chutt kooo dekhkee…2 bachoo ke baad bhi chutt….Tas se mas nai hui…Dostooinn……Kyaaa chut thiii sanvliii…Halke2 barik baal aise 2din hue hoo shavee karee…..Meri jaabanuskooo chuss rahi thi…Chaat rahi thi….2 ungliii daaaliu vooo uchalll padiiiii or shayad uskee jhadnee ke sanket the…..Mei kaha rukne wla tha….Mene jhat se…Apna 5.5″2″mota land nikala )(actual size itna hi hota hai) or bina condom lagaye…….Sedhee giliii.