He knew that he could use a pistol probably better than either of them, but he knew that he wasn't as fast. Gray Eagle had seen to that. He also knew ...hat he didn't like guns of any type. He smiled as he realized that most Indians didn't like guns, and it was for the same reason. They loved life too much. A gun made it easy to kill, and anybody could do it. When you didn't have to live with seeing the eyes of the man that you killed, it made it too easy to kill. Killing was something that was. I gasp and then moan, my hips undulating just a little as my own arousal rises. You smile inwardly, naughtily to yourself as you stretch the skin painfully away from my body, knowing that you are driving me sexually mad. You happily see my hands clenching the bed sheets, just as you had done in the throes of arousal, relishing the fact that that it is all because of you. You finally release me and lick and kiss the tortured skin, allowing me to lower my arousal some be you are nowhere near done. She shoved the coffee table out of the way and positioned me at the edge of the couch cushion, my back against the back of the couch. "Okay?" She asked, and I nodded eagerly.I watched her face move closer to my crotch. I felt her slick warmth against my tender skin. "Ohhh," I whispered.She began by licking up and down the length of me. Her tongue parted my folds, dividing my pussy into each separate part. She laved against me for a delightful eternity and then I tensed as she circled my. To start the everning, my wife got on here hands and knees above me, her sexy pussy inches above my face. Warm me us Slave she sneered, as she lowered herself onto me.She was wet already, and I sucked here already hard clit to a quick orgasm.Barney...fuck my pussy and let's give Sam something to eat...he seems hungry.Barney moved in and stuffed his huge cock into Michelle. I had a close up for some hot fucking. They both erupted into a powerful climax, his cock pumping cum into Michelles pussy..