..the lovely virgin miss Hayek was in her stagecoach in this old west when the stagecoach was attacked by cowboys. They shot and killed everyone onbo...rd but the beautiful Salma Hayek. She bolted away, knowing she would be kept as a sex toy. But they caught her quickly. ?Don’t resist miss, or you will dearly regret it.? one man said, as he brutally smacked her with a massive cattle whip. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears...her dress shredded from the impact, and the beautiful. I tossed the dress to the men with my leg to ogling men ready to catch it.Next, I released my jugs, making sure I showed them my perky pink nipples. I kissed a cup, and my bright red lipstick shone on the black bra. I threw it to the men. There was a fight after which a muscled man wore it around his head like a crown.Suzy stepped up and broke into dance. Her moves were so seductive even to me. All men were concentrating on her dance. In between moves, she stripped. First, she released her. “Cum in me!”And groaned as I watched my son’s muscular ass flex as he drove his cock into my youngest child’s pussy. Alicia’s pigtails of light-brown hair were spread across Clint’s bed. Her small breasts were budding mounds topped by pink nipples.“Yes, cum in her, Sir!” I gasped, pussy melting.“Mom!” Alicia gasped, her eyes widening in fright as Clint rammed his dick into her. He grunted. My son was cumming into my daughter. His little sister. My pussy clenched. A drunk wave of lust washed. Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I stared at the abomination between my legs. "Look, Angie, I'm really sorry, but I'm.