She still had her hide-out gun hidden underneath her clothing, but she only had the two rounds for it. It they got to a town, the first thing she woul... do would be to buy spare ammo for the gun that she cleaned every night before going to sleep. The mountain man also gave her a spare “buffalo” gun that was used to take down the huge animals one at a time using only one bullet in the right spot right behind their hairy ears.Margaret knew the time of the buffalo had passed but the Indians refused. I worked my hips on his as my body leaned back. The stretching created ripples in my stomach that made breathing difficult and my breath became short as I began to inhale and exhale in the same rhythm as the grind. We moved this way for a lifetime, for a minute, for an immeasurable passage of time. The only indicator of its passing was the building heat, his racing pulse that I felt over every inch of his skin and his ever-changing stream of words captured by my brain as I struggled to remember. "How many of those have you had?" she asked, jokingly, as she took a seat next to him and crossed her legs."This is my second," he replied, slightly slurring his words. "But it's got strong rum in it, the bartender said. Twice as strong as regular stuff."Susan smiled and ordered a drink. She crossed her legs completely in her brother's direction, but after a few minutes of chatting, she made her move, and uncrossed her legs ever so slightly, giving her brother a clear view up her skirt.And. : And I enjoyed it. I want nothing more than for us to put on matching dresses and cuddle up on your bed... : And he did. The more he thought about it, the more he desired it.There was still no reply from his sister. The green dot was still there, telling him that she was still logged on.Simon typed. : I would even willingly suck cock if I could be with you again... :: You would? :Simon thought about it. Really thought about it. The answer was surprisingly agreeable.: Yes. :: Simon, are you.