"Beth threw a pillow at me, "Pretty good? I'm better then pretty good. I'm the fucking best." She's the fucking best," I agreed."I am sure she is," Mi...hael said crossing his arms and sarcastically sticking his nose in the air. "But, guys are better. End of story."Beth's groaned and slapped her hand on her lap. Her pouty lips made my drunk mind want to defend her. "I am sure there's truth to that, Mike. But no girl has ever been close to making me enjoy a hand job. Beth is really good at it. Her. You only jumped a bit when I poked my cream lubricated finger one knuckle deep up your bottom. When I got to your pussy I made very sure that it wouldn’t get burned. Especially your clit! I gently rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. I was satisfied that it wouldn’t burn until you had to bury your face in the towel on your lounger to stop you from crying out as you came! After I settled your bottoms back as they were designed to be worn I moved up to your back. I rubbed the lotion in deeply. The. ” Miss Margaret said moving around her like a shark does around its prey.Susan felt distinctly the tension and started to sweat a little. I saw her lips trembling a little. It was absolutely true what Miss. Margaret said: she was very pretty. A young fresh face, framed by blonde hair nicely combed with plaits with two red ribbons at each end. She had a nice French nose with sparse freckles on it. I started to have feelings about her.“Now, let’s get back to work!” declared M. Margaret.Susan went. This was the first time any of John's men had ever seen Comanches voluntarily fighting from off their horses. Such a thing was thought to be impossible, but there it was. On command, the warriors launched their arrows and kept shooting arrow after arrow. So many arrows were in the air at once that there was a noticeable shadow cast by them.John, as soon he recognized what was happening, ordered, "DRAW UP CLOSE TA YER TREE SO THAT YA MAKE A SMALL TARGET! SHOOT THE BASTARDS AFORE THEY HAVE A.