I fired off a shot with my pistol, not because I expected to hit him, but because I wanted to fluster him and slow down his reloading. It seemed to wo...k, because he finally just dropped his rifle and turned to run. Well, no man is going to outrun a horse in that short distance, so I quickly caught up to him. My horse was well trained, so I was able to direct the horse to bump the running man with his shoulder. This knocked the man flying and I was able to stop and aim my gun at him before he. Pete’s penis too was wet with a mixture of cum and vaginal secretions. He leant over and kissed me, his softening cock leaving a trail of sticky mess up the side of my dress, but I didn’t care. I give it a final rub, my hand getting sticky too, before he slipped it back inside his trousers before it started to get hard again.My breasts were still flushed with excitement as I sat up, and fastened my top again with just one button. This left a lot of tit flesh clearly visible, and was of course. ‘He asked me for a date for tomorrow evening to a movie… Father.’ Her words came to me like an electric shock, even though I should have anticipated them sooner or later. Trying hard to listen and not over react, I now sensed, too, in her adding ‘Father’ to the end, as sort of an afterthought, that she was having to work at keeping her thinking focused clearly. ‘And,’ she began again, her voice trembling a little, ‘I have no idea what I should do.’ I was watching her closely and she looked up. "Where is the wedding?" I asked looking around."Right here," she replied."I don't see anybody that looks like they belong to a wedding party." That's because you are so estúpido, everyone is here already. The wedding I'm talking about is between the two of us, it's the marriage of my Mexican cock to your maricón mouth and it's going to take place right here at this table, but first we're going to have a little rehearsal... you know that all proper weddings have a practice session."I must have.