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so. Unfortunately he had forgotten they were sitting on benches, not chairs, and a look of shock crossed his face as he fell flat on his back on the floor.
    His companions and Belinda looked worried for a moment until they saw he was unhurt. Then they all exploded into hysterical guffaws and shrieks of laughter. Oliver, still laying flat on his back, tried to glare at them but then he too had to burst out laughing…
    The stage thundered along through the lower passes of the Appalachians, a most uncomfortable mode of travel. At first the group was sleepy from the heavy lunchtime drinking and they mainly dozed for the first couple of hours. Then, realising they were wasting precious Belinda-time, they had tried to play strip poker, a game Belinda had never heard of but had agreed to try to learn, but the cards kept bouncing all over the place and off the makeshift table they had made out of a leather valise balanced on their knees.
    â€˜Somebody ought to invent playing cards that can be used under these adverse conditions,’ observed Marie as she passed the gin bottle to Belinda.
    â€˜Should be quite easy really,’ sniffed Oliver. ‘They just have to put thin magnets on the backs of each card and you use a metal plate to play on. Simple.’
    â€˜You are a cretin, Ollie!’ laughed Timothy, flicking whisky into his friend’s face. ‘Magnets on the back? All the cards would stick together, you’d never be able to deal them or fan them or…’
    â€˜I’m getting sexy,’ interrupted Jane, looking at Belinda as she took the gin bottle from her. Belinda blinked with surprise at that, but her clitoris twitched involuntarily, causing her to blush at her own reaction. ‘Can’t we have the strip without bothering about the poker?’ continued Jane. ‘It’s just nicely squashed in here. We could take it in turns to stand up and let the others have a good feel. Me first!’
    And up jumped blonde Jane, standing in the tight space between the facing seats. The two men were on one side, and Marie and Belinda were on the other.
    â€˜Oh, I don’t know, Jane,’ sighed Marie. ‘We’ve got each other forever, but we’ve only got Belinda for a couple of days. I say she stands up first.’
    â€˜Oh yes, why not?’ said Jane pleasantly, and sat down again.
    Belinda had been following the last few remarks with some astonishment and trepidation.
    â€˜I’ll be master of ceremonies,’ announced Oliver, and when nobody objected he continued, ‘First of all, for greater comfort for us as well as heightened pleasure for the ladies, all gentlemen herein assembled are to get their cocks out.’
    And the two Boston women watched excitedly as first Timothy and then Oliver undid their large fly buttons and opened their trousers wide. Belinda was too taken aback and embarrassed to say or do anything except stare as Tim and Oliver, after much rummaging around, produced two powerful penises. They were both very big but Timothy’s was pale and circumcised whilst Oliver’s was dark and quite thick in diameter.
    The women watched as each man masturbated slowly for a few seconds, and then Oliver continued, ‘Marie and Jane, you are both so sexy that my cock wants to see every bit of you right now. Slip off those dresses please or I’ll throw you to the driver.’
    Belinda, by now reluctant to tear her eyes from those handsome and wealthy pricks, nonetheless turned around to watch Jane and Marie. There was no room for them both to stand up, so they took it in turns to hoist their long dresses to their waists, kneel up on the hard bench seat and pull the gowns off over their heads. Both women had beautiful figures and, Belinda was pleased to note, like her they wore nothing underneath. She was now quite content with the turn of events, as she saw no harm in watching the behaviour of these strange Americans, especially as they