All-in-all it was a satisfying meal. As we were getting ready to leave, I motioned to the squaw who had been with us previously to empty my saddlebags...of canned peaches and tomatoes. This would be a welcomed change of diet for the Indians.She gobbled something to me. I knew it was a question, but had no idea what she said. “She asked you if Rita was your Squaw?”I faced her and said, “Someday, I hope.” Joe told her this. This was all taking place as Rita was mounting up. The squaw handed me a. We sat in the shade and talked for a while; then Alice said she had to get busy if supper was going to be on time. Bob and I continued to talk about this and that, during which time he commented that he would wait until tomorrow to get his gear from his horse. Right now, he was just too comfortable to worry with it. I told him of my profession and he commented that I had better not be so careless on the trail as I had been today. He said that out here in the wild things were a lot calmer than. I closed my lips around her tongue and sucked it, our tongues rubbed and we kept kissing. I broke off the kiss and started unbuttoning my blouse, her hands move down to my tight ass cheeks, she squeezed and pulled me against her. I stripped off my blouse, turned around and let Day unhook my bra.Her hands reached around and cupped my breast, they were soft, her fingers long, they excited me. Her palms rubbed my nipples, she squeezed my breast hard, I grunted.I kicked off my shoes and unbuttoned. Plus, he can’t make me come the way you did. I always have to finish myself off when he’s done.” “A wham, bam, thank you ma’am kind of guy, huh?” I asked, trying to hide the boost she’d given to my ego. “If he’d only say thanks once or twice,” she sighed, “he’s always on top, never takes the time to get me ready, and then he just pounds into me until he’s done. He’s a really great guy, he just has a lot to learn. It’s always the same and never very satisfying in a sexual way.” “So why don’t you.