We both wanted to see the fabled Alamo. It was not yet preserved as a historical monument or tourist attraction, so I was interested in seeing how it ...iffered from the Alamo that I had visited up in the 22nd Century.We generally traveled at 10 MPH, but we stopped to view any sight that attracted our attention. On the other hand, we did not have to stop to rest the mules, and we could eat at noon while on the move, so we usually were underway by 8:30 in the morning and didn’t stop at the end of. She loved this! She loved being a fuckpig for these guys! She didn’t want it to ever stop at this point. She just wanted to keep pulling trains for the various men, to take their man meat and run with it ... and she frankly was tired of Brock cramping her style. She was done with this marriage. Brock had become boring. He wasn’t the bad boy that he used to be, the one who tempted her to sin with a married man.Barbara Jean smiled as she tossed her wedding band at a very stunned Brock.“Okay, I. God, how he wanted to do it again. But he was still too afraid to out-and-out rape the girl the way he had that second time, even given the evidence he had of her total perversion now.It was too risky, he would tell himself. Way too risky. Fucking the bitch when she was conscious meant she would know, and if she knew she might eventually snap and report him to the cops. Then another part of him would start thinking that, no, of course she wouldn't tell the cops. She didn't last time. She liked. My eyes were glued to her She smiled shyly and replied, “Don’t worry sir I will give you company to pass your time”. Seeing the sexy invitation of her eyes I could feel my cock pressing ever harder against my lungi, I got up to my feet hugged her tightly with my hand my hard cock pressing her pelvis and kissed on her lips She then greeted my lips inside her mouth without any hesitation She has bitten my lips with lust. I squeezed her ass, grabbed her towards my bedroom. “Please,” she gasped..