I wasn’t turned on by watching Janet finger Bobby. I was turned on simply by the fact that Bobby was getting fingered. I wanted it to be me. I wante... to be the one to finger that beautiful pussy. I wanted to lick it and suck it and fuck it and I hated myself for it. I felt like I was betraying Bobby somehow, because I had always been a brotherly type to her and now I was lusting over her. I knew I could never let her know how I felt. She would feel uncomfortable around me. I was nine years. Go ahead with the end in your mouth and suck you will probably enjoy it.”Before she did anything else she looked it over really quick and smelled me probably to make sure I didn’t stink. I had taken a shower and knew I was squeaky clean.She put her hands around it and said, “It feels so warm,” and I remarked, “That’s probably because he reacts to his surroundings.”“His surroundings?”“Yeah, I’m a guy so it’s his surroundings just like you’re a girl and you have probably given your pussy a girl’s. In town, we sold the mules, horses, wagons, and weapons. This produced enough money to buy stagecoach tickets home for each woman, and to give her a little spending money for food, etc. while she was traveling. I didn't know why at the time, but I wrote down the names and addresses of all of the women we rescued. Maybe, I had an inkling of some further use for the list.Anyway, the women left, and Jane and I resumed our trek to Eagle Pass. When it was all said and done, we did not make much. He finally sighed, and took my hands. How, uh, do you, um, want to do this? he asked quietly. For reals? Was he going to be mine for my first?!?! For reals, its going to be kind of weird, but I think understand what you mean, you know Ill be nice about it all. If it helps, go ahead and fantasize about whatever supermodel is currently on your desktop wallpaper. I said. He shook his head. I might fantasize by myself, but when Im with someone, they get all of my attention. Its um,…dishonest the.