I was a fifteen year's older than my wife, which meant over 20 years older than the young stud fucking her. He was tall, muscular, and endowed with a ...ock a least half again as big as mine. My wife was in perfect shape, her slim hips, tight ass, and full firm tits more than enough to draw the eye of this young man. I should have been pissed but something about watching the ecstasy on my wife's face and the powerful fucking action of the young guy made this the sexiest porno I had ever seen.I. Or maybe, missed it because of Sara and that last fling!When I get outside of Doyle, I port off to Crystal to fetch myself thatmissed breakfast. As I stand in line, my phone rings and I look to seewho is calling me? A picture of a evilly grinning Sara, shows me who isthere and I answer it fast!"Where ya at? Bellows called me and told me you escaped!...Nutty Drow onthe loose!" she giggles to me."I am filling that void, from last night?" Hummm?" she questions me, with sexy intent dripping on the. Her hips start rocking as her self consciousness fades as her greedy, hot desire takes over. At this sign of her arousal from her, I release her arms and slide my hand down so I can rub her clit while I tongue fuck her cunt. Her hands are tangled in my hair, holding my face to her pussy. Just as she is about to explode I chuckle against her opening and move away, effectively withholding her climax from her. I move up her body, dragging my hard cock against her skin, leaving my own trail of. When he went to the stall to get his bedroll, a cold chill went through him as he saw a pitch fork stuck through his bed roll where his chest would be. He sat down and tried to decide who would have done this. The only answer he came up with was Mr. Roller, the Canady ramrod.Tom’s face began to burn, he felt an itch in his hands. Tom was mad. Someone wanted him dead and for no reason at all. He got his rifle and loaded it, made sure that his Colt was loaded full. Then he checked his saddle bags.