I poked my head out the stagecoach door to see a tall thin man dressed in black, sitting astride a large charcoal horse. His weathered face could have...done with a shave, but he was obviously comfortable. He smiled at me before beckoning with his free hand. The other held a musket that was pointed unerringly at Lawrence.Dora's head joined mine then, and we exchanged glances before he spoke again."Listen carefully, driver. I shall not repeat myself. Climb from the coach and stand before me.. She was fun and funny, sparkling eyes and a fabulous smile. She had a thousand jokes and a really fucked up family, a veterinarian step-father and and an over-sexed divorcee mother.One thing lead to another, and as evenings go, we were kissing, , moaning, feeling all we could. But afraid I was not a ladies man, I never did master the intricate maneuvers to liberate tits from a bra, or find my way to that intersection of thigh and heaven. Jackie, on the other hand, was quite adept at these. She headed up to his room to drop them off, but Kwame was already done with his shower. He stood in his room with his huge cock hanging out, and Velamma gasped as she walked in.Velamma: Oh! You’re already done?!Kwame chuckled and grabbed a pair of his briefs from the pile.Kwame: I saw you looking at it earlier. Do you want to touch it?Velamma: I’m sorry for that. I’ve just never seen one so big! It’s so big and muscular.Kwame: It’s God’s gift.Velamma: Maybe just one touch.Velamma got on her. Feeling somewhat weak and weary I got to my feet and Geraldine kneltbefore me. He carefully lowered my sodden knickers and I stepped out ofthem. The feel of the warm flannel caressing my balls and cock broughtback my erection. I felt a tingle of excitement as his lips closedaround my cock, but I couldn't come again. My aching balls were empty.As my erection weakened, Geraldine wiped my cock again with the warmflannel, then gently towelled it dry before applying talcum and helpingme into clean.