I woke up to Oma moaning, like I never heard before. She was saying things like, “Oh God Yes”, “Make me cum”, “You’re so Big”. Looked ...ver her hips were humping like crazy; in her hand between her legs she had a black dick. It was thick like my father’s but long like Opa’s. She cam all over it. It was shiny with her juices. She pulled it out, brought it to her mouth and licked it off. She saw me looking and brought it to my lips. It tasted of her pussy. She ran it down my chin, my neck,. We don’t need to talk.’ Click. The line went dead. Thirty seconds later the phone rang again. Sabrina picked it up and said, ‘Yes.’ Thirty seconds later she said, ‘Thank you’ and hung up. She looked at Petra and said ‘That was the police. They asked me when they first arrived today if they could tap the line and I agreed. They got that whole conversation on tape. They are on their way to arrest Buck.’ Sabrina and Petra hugged and then quietly sat waiting for the next event, whatever it turned. She didn't care what other people thought. Never knew that she was capable of such things...not until that night...until this moment. Nanci pressed her body on top of Jen's and began running her hands all over her body. Her long sleek fingers made their way under her shirt and worked their way underneath her bra. Jen's body twitched and trembled under her touch, sending electric shocks up and down her spine.Soon, they were removing each other's clothing. Nanci kissed her harder and harder with. P.S: The more astute readers may notice that the story is filled with a large number of cinematic references to classic films of the genre, in this case Westerns- have fun spotting them!)Fort Worth, Summer 1879It started, as it always seemed to, with a drink.It had been a hard run, and a long run. They had left San Antonio in the early morning as usual, twenty men in trail denims, open shirts and stetsons with rugged, young horses and rifles slung over their backs, whipping three hundred head.