I tried to speak, “Jasmine, I like being nice to you. You don’t have to have sex of any kind with me ... Oh, Christ! ... You don’t have to have ...ex with me as some kind of repayment. I don’t expect anything...”She pulled off of my cock. “That’s NOT why I am giving you my best-ever blowjob. I like you. I may even love you. I like our time together. I think we mesh really well, and lastly, I am unbelievably horny in a way only you can satisfy.”Jasmine ingested my cock again, and I thought I’d. I panted, my body now as wet with our sweat as Erin's had been straight from the bath. My pulse slowed gradually as I held her naked body against my own. I reached out a hand between Erin's thighs to smear our juices over the nub of her clitoris, slowly bringing my muse to another orgasm as she clung to me, screaming her release into my chest.I watched in fascination as Erin's stiff nipples slowly returned to their normal size as the flush retreated from her neck and upper chest. She sighed. He even indicated where I might find Samson. "He'll be easy enough to spot if he is standing. He's a head taller than most of us. They'll be a trooper without a regulation hat on with him. That one would wave his hat and when them Spaniards would raise up to shoot, Samson would get them. That hat was just tore all to pieces with bullet holes." I headed toward the tents.I knew I was getting close when I passed stacked rifles and saw a Winchester in the stack. I started clucking like a sage hen. "Get me one, please."John raised an eyebrow at her clipped tone, then nodded. "Of course. Any special requests?" Just a splash of lime juice, but a lot of salt." She spared him a brief glance before returning to the magazine resting on her smooth, tan stomach.John quelled a pang of desire and nodded. "Right back."God, she's perfect. John gave into a small groan as he walked over to the bar. Beautiful and assertive. My dream woman. Then he laughed at himself. How much could he tell from that.