She was shivering as though she is kept in a fridge but slowly got study and steamy as I stroked her breasts on her tight Pink T Shirt that she wore. ...y left hand did not waste time by pulling down her skirt, that was just right for the occassion, and started squeezing her round buttocks. Our tongues were dancing in each others mouths and Archana started loosing control on herself. She paused for a moment to pull her T Shirt off and threw her black lacy bra off her tight boobs. This is when I. I turned around and heard another click. ‘Oh, eh... sorry, I’m really sorry!’ I stammered as I saw the mom standing at the doorway to the bathroom taking photos of me wearing her bikini. She put her finger to her lips and advised me to stop talking. She was barefoot, wearing tight jeans and a low cut t-shirt which showed off her ample cleavage. Slowly, she walked over to me. ‘Don’t be sorry, sweety’ she said in a strong Hungarian accent. ‘I like girls and boys’ she continued. ‘My husband did. I was fixin' ta bury him after I rested a bit." Oh, those damned Comanches! He suffered mightily afore he died. I wish I could do the same fer all of them." I know how ya feel. My wife wuz tortured an' kilt a few months ago. I aim ta kill as many Comanches as I kin afore I die." How I wish I wuz a man soz I could jine ya in yer hunt fer the savages! My brother wuz the last of my family, soz I'm all alone, now. I kin hunt an' shoot as well as any man, soz I know I could hold up my end." Do ya. I couldn’t believe it. I had made more in one night than I would have made all week at my old job. Just as I was preparing to leave the buzzer sounded. “Do I have time for one more?” I thought. I looked at the $480 in my hand and thought to myself “well I might as well try and round it up to $500” so I took a seat back on the chair and opened the hatch. After some fiddling a medium sized cock slid through the hole with a thick bush of ginger pubic hair surrounding it, I didn’t bother to put my.