A tracker. But I’d had more urban experience, so I said, “Let’s ride to the four points of the compass and circle back to the Steamboat Block.�...He nodded and we set off to the north.It was rugged country; the rough map I’d picked up at our hotel showed me we were looking at Beartooth Mountain in the distance. It was also the direction of Prickly Pear Canyon and the toll road from Fort Benton. Earlier this year, the Montana Central Railway laid tracks through the canyon.It was pretty country, a. ...and it was mind blowing. I was just about to cum when he stopped this amazing assplay, placed his hand on my belly dragging me closer to him. I could feel his whole body trembles, but my mind was blank, I was whole body and senses. In anticipation of his hard cock entering my pussy, I stuck out my butt, and there it was, right on my entrance, spreading my pussy lips gently. In a second he slid in and I wasn't able to move, overwhelmed with that fabulous feeling. And only after few thrusts. It is the custom among our people that fathers may wed daughters to maintain the royal bloodline.’ ‘You lie!’ ‘No father, I speak the truth.’ ‘Then why have I never heard of such?’ ‘You have never lived among us, the people whose land you conquered and whose royal daughter now rules by your side.’ ‘My people have never heard of such custom and would not countenance it.’ ‘You are king father, by birth and by right. Your word is law, custom is what you decree it to be.’ ‘And who rules as queen. 60 seconds. Go.”You are astonished.“Tick tock, Daddy,” Trish yawns, “The clocking is ticking.”“Do I just… ““You’ve only got 55 seconds left,” Trish taunts, wiggling her ass around.You pull your hand back and smack Trish’s supple butt. A satisfying smack sound echoes through the air, and ripples oscillate through her ass cheek.“That’s all you got?” Trish smirks, “50 seconds left. Better make good use of the time, Daddy.”You raise your hand and give Trish’s ass a harder smack, followed by another.