Soon I had bottomed out inside her; my full length ensconced in her tightly clasping tunnel. Looking up at her face, I saw that she was staring at the...point of our union with wide eyes; her lower jaw hung slack and I could see a line of drool extending from the corner of her lips.Her eyes widened further as I flexed my cock several times in her depths before asking softly, "That wasn't so bad, was it Beth?The girl looked up to meet my eyes and shook her head slightly back and forth.I then. Then she felt even weaker than normal for she was notstrong enough to fight to be in her proper place. Lastly, she started tothink that the other shoe was going to drop when Jen got home. It wouldback to how it should be, but the maid did not want that anymore, shewas better than just a servant. She cursed herself out loud for shethought of her mistress as Jen, not Miss Jennifer.The doubtful crossdresser broke into a cold sweat and her heart startedto palpitate. Then the born again. I’d learned long ago to trust my instincts, so I loosened my shotgun so I could drag it out easier, and made sure the strap was off my pistol.My horse saved my life. I was on a narrow trail, steep drops on both sides. It made me so nervous I pulled the shotgun out, holding it across the saddle. Blackie shied suddenly, and the bullet meant for me went through his neck and still managed to hit me in the shoulder. Blackie was falling so I kicked out of the stirrups and went over a bank, landing. Oh, I am game but I don’t think she thought this through. She wanted to be naughty, but probably didn’t mean to offer her tight little star on the menu, which I’ll be licking and fingering for the one-hour journey. Mmmm. FOURTH HOURWhen I fell in love with her tomboy playfulness, I had no idea just how kinky of a path we were to walk down. That bus ride gave her other ideas and after a night out, I find myself on an almost empty night bus. The opening and closing of doors in every stop, and the.