'Cain't blame 'em much. Jes' puttin' a tin star on a feller ain't never gonna stop flyin' lead, and we knowed — all of us — that if you mess with ...hem Bickles, you gonna soon be deader'n Lazarus after Jesus left town.So, every bless'ed Saturday, them boys come ridin' in at daybreak to tear up our town. They stay all day and into the night, with no kind a' law to slow 'em down nor stop 'em. They insult our wimmen, bust up our onlyest saloon, drink everythin' that come in a bottle and take quick. Leaving my underwear hanging on the tree limb. I decide I will come back for them later.My pussy still aches to be touched and I can feel how wet it is as I walk. Not being able to resist the urge any longer. I stop and place one hand on a tree and bend over and start touching myself.Dreaming of what I think a cock would feel like inside of my pussy. I rub my clit and then put two fingers deep inside of me. I start thrusting my fingers in and out and rubbing my little clit when I pull them. I just stop. “Know what, get off me!” “What babe? What’s wrong?” She slowly climbs from over me. Looking hurt and confused. “I don’t understand why you don’t get this. You know what I do to you. I know you like it. Why is it so hard for you to return the favor?” “You know I’m new at this.” She answers with a pout. It’s not working. She’s cute, but not that cute. “I’ve been eating you out for like 6 months now. The first 2, I’ve NEVER asked you to return the favor. I think I’ve been more than. You are raising your hips and pressing them to my hand. I keep rubbing your cunt. I am running my finger between the lips of your cunt and taking your swollen clit between my fingers and pressing it. You are shuddering as an electric current are going through your body. Your opened wide legs have made more places for my hand. Your hips are now slowly moving up and down in fucking motion. I leaned in and whispered you to stand before me. You stood, & I am kissing your neck again. You are tilting.