The Indians were still calling the railway trains “Iron Horses” and Doc and Hilda were seated in one of the passenger cars studiously avoiding the...stares of the sod busters and the traveling salesmen looking for signs of the wild west.Hilda was wearing a low cut dress that displayed the tops of her fully rounded bosom that attracted the men to pass by their seats more often than necessary. Doc had his eyes shut tight and his hat was pulled down low over his forehead covering most of his face.. “Right lads, shes waiting in the bathroom in my room, so when we get there just head into my room and wait by the bed. If you need the bathroom then go in your own rooms first”Jacinto and two of the other went straight o his room whilst the others went to their rooms to get ready. Ten minutes later they were all in Jacinto’s room waiting for the fun to begin “ready boys” they all cheered.Jacinto went into the bathroom and a few seconds later emerged. He was holding a lead an on the other end. A few seconds passed and she asked if we could spread out on the bed. She had been feeling like she could fall any minute on the sofa . We got up and I led her down the hallway to my bedroom and my bed. We got on top the bed and we kissed. Now she could move her arms more and she took her blouse and bra off as I hurriedly took my shirt off. Again I worked down to her breasts and my hand continued to her upper thighs and stopping to rest atop her pubic mound. My plan had been to slip inside her. "Which is sexy." Well, he wasn't wrong about that. In response to this brazen flirtation, I could feel my own dick growing, probably visibly. Any more of this and I'd quickly enter the boner zone.“So how about that dick massage? I can see you want to.”His voice might have been joking, but his eyes and penis were serious. His nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath as my own eyes drifted down his body, replaying and comparing the mental image I’d formed yesterday. His cock had risen.