Sue, the 17 year old, was quite good at sewing and would make or alter her own clothes, as well as sometimes something for Erin or myself if it needed...repair or altering. This saved mum money so we appreciated it.Occasionally when sue was making or altering a dress or something she would ask me to put it on so that she could pin it up. Sue and I were the same height and about the same weight, while Erin was tiny. Erin was a lot shorter than Sue and I and also skinnier, so her trying the stuff. Her hips shook but she managed to maintain her position.I stroked the finger in and out several times -- making another bubble burst and her pussy flutter several times around my finger. She squeaked out, "Silly Unka Robert, you've got the wrong hole!" Patience, Pumpkin. Surrogate Daddy knows best. Just keep holding the inspection position."I rescued my finger from the clutches of her man-trap and transferred pussy juice onto her pucker. While I was doing that, I lubed up a finger on the other. I was wearing a dress, since it was so much more convenient for those piss stops I had to make. I had found that I was well able to take care of myself on the trip to Santa Fe, so I should be able to do the same on my trip back to Singer Flats. As before, I left off my bloomers purely for convenience sake.Uh-oh, I was traveling through an especially desolate section of country at the edge of the goldfields when I noticed four very disreputable men riding as fast as their horses could carry them. ” Mike felt pathetic.“Very good, my little ass whore. You sound like you're enjoying it. So let's up the speed a bit, shall we?” Teri Sue wasn't k**ding. Mike's hand followed suit automatically and he indeed came closer and closer to his climax, which Teri Sue heard in his moans getting louder and faster. “Good boy! Just a little bit more!” She paused the rifle, only to shove it in very hard the next moment. This she repeated thrice, making him wait for the forceful thrusts. On the last push a.