I did not blame either one of them because they figured only to hear a gun report coming from the bandit's gun with a bullet aimed at one of them. Nei...her one of them was mad at me for causing them to piss in their pants, but both were somewhat embarrassed. I told them to resume servicing the engine while I checked for more bandits.I returned to the ground and ran to the baggage car to rouse the conductor. I banged on a side door and announced my presence. The conductor was reluctant to open. ”I’d never seen my wife like this. Even though she is only five-foot-two, she seemed to tower over me.It was obvious that she was in total control of the situation. I felt meek but somehow it felt appropriate.Sheepishly, with my eyes fixed on her feet, I weakly said, “You’re right. I do it every night.”“Why the hell do you do this? I’m right upstairs?”“I just thought,” I answered meekly, “that you aren’t interested in sex.”“Really!! You know nothing! I love having sex, but I hate the way you. Another thought played out in her mind, ‘Why is he not hard, he always wakes ‘piss proud’ in the mornings’.Trish felt Dave awakening from his slumber around the same time his cock started hardening in her mouth. She loved making him hard this way, it seldom happened anymore these days. For the last few years, he usually initiated sex, and by the time she warmed up and responded, he was always fully erect. Once fully awake, Dave spoke his first words of the day, “What an incredible way to. Her boobs were fairly big for a surfer. (She wore a 34C bra.) However, few women could match the high standards that Alan had when it came to breasts, which were based on the generous boobs of his mother Susan and his 'aunt' Suzanne.Even so, when she stood in a bathing suit, Gloria Rhymer, who was known to her friends as Glory, was definitely impressive. A number of times, beginning three years before, Alan had seen "Surfer Girl" at the beach with her surfboard, and that was exactly when his.