This was a section of rolling hills of sand with occasional brush or cactus sprouting from the most surprising places. I presume that water had been t...apped by a layer of hardpan just below the surface. Once I determined the direction they were headed in, I rode ahead to try to set an ambush.I found a clump of brush suitable for hiding my horse and hitched him there. Taking my rifle, I climbed up a small ridge and waited. I had time for a light lunch and a drink of water before the Indians hove. I was not overly surprised when she did – try that is. It would have been unlikely that she would succeed as the penis was about the girth of her thigh and 25” long. “Nice try there, wasn't likely you were gonna' deepthroat it though?” “Shame, I like deepthroating,” she retorted frankly. I sensed the chance to venture a cheeky gambit that served me well recently (see previous Lush story: A DJ's Deepthroat Dare). “I wouldn't know, like that cock there, people can't usually deepthroat me.” She. The bites were close to the top of my boobs, so they were in plain view as I walked back to hubby. He was standing next to Sue the hostess with his arm round her shoulder and resting on the top of her tits. When he saw the results of his dare, nice and red and there for all to see he was happy, horny and up for more. I forgot to mention the finger! The party was really hotting up now. A couple of girls were having a hot smooch, Sue was dancing and every time she twirled it was obvious she'd. I stood as I got to her trim thighs, slowly running the washcloths over her skin as I began to kiss her shoulders and nuzzle into her neck, biting it gently.She tasted a little soapy because I hadn’t rinsed her, but I didn’t care. Her hands came up and caressed the back of my head. I reached the top of her thighs and dropped the washcloths while I continued scrubbing the sides of her hips with my bare hands. She was writhing against me now, her mouth open and silently panting. I moved my hands.