The swollen lips of her sex and puffed out clit laid bare for me to see, all dripping in her juice. "You dirty fucking bastard" she finally snarled at...me. " I have NEVER done that before", she continued. Thrusting out her red painted nailed hand, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards her, greedily French kissing me and sucking her juice off my face , ears and neck. Her other hand making a sudden grab for my hardness.Frantically we practically ripped the rest of each others. . "I had a strange feeling of deja vu. I am pretty sure she was back to the same conversation, but for a different reason. There were no new couples coming to interrupt us this time.With a small head shake, she said, "Chet and I almost always limit our play to be with married couples. I don't think Cliff and Jennifer are married, but that's not the point."She paused to think some more."I can't remember the last time that I chose our partners." She paused to consider for a moment. "Chet is more. Keeping the petticoat around her, she removed the sari and blouse and put it in another bucket of soap water.She tied the petticoat firmly around her chest though it was coming only to knee length and squatted on the ground to start bathing. She squatted on the ground, I could see her vagina directly, a huge thick haired black bush, she started pouring water on the body and then took the soap applied to her face, then looked around and loosened her petticoat and applied it to her breasts,. On the fourth night as Emerson rode to the camp fire Pat Casey was there to meet him. ‘Emerson, there is a water hole ahead about ten miles and I rode up and checked on it. We’ve been lucky so far and this is a big place with plenty of water. The problem is some poor Mexican has decided to live there and has a garden near the water. We’ll never be able to keep the cattle from destroying it. They will be thirsty and we won’t have much control of them when they smell the water. What do you want.