I did have a couple of advantages over them though and I knew it.They were too small an outfit to try something like this and even if they didn't know...it I did. People back east had to have meat for the table, or at least they thought they did, and the small stopper the local buyers and railroad section boss had tried to put in the bottle just couldn't hold the pressure.The cattle drive to Ft Worth was only a little more than a hundred miles and while it was senseless on the face of things it. Screw her lights out."Betty started the chain reaction. Just as Stacy had demanded, the other woman screamed into her cunt as her pussy spasmed and clamped down on Jared's driving rod. "She's shooting. You did it, she's fucking cumming. Fill her up baby. CUM! Fill her cunt with your jizz." Stacy reached out to her husband with one arm, roughly grabbing his neck as she yelled at him. "Fill the cunt up!" Her face was twisted in a snarl of passion.Jared really needed no prompting as Betty's cunt. "Where are the children?" At my moms, today is Tuesday," she replied without missing a word of the soap, a feat that I stopped trying to understand long ago. I gave her a peck on the cheek and sat at the other sofa. She hogged the more comfortable one and was reclined on it in her old housedress, not exactly the most attractive of garments. The tune announced the end of today's chapter probably at the exact point where the heroine will learn that her mother is really her sister."Dear," I told. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him. Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.Samantha was a blanket hog. It was as simple as that.Brendan had moved in with Samantha a little over three months ago and there had yet to.