He was possibly the handsomest man I have ever seen in my life. But even more than his features, what caught my eye was his clothing. He wore a shirt ...f almost painful whiteness and a deepgreen necktie with a fine pattern. Not only was the necktie itself stylish, but it even had the perfect knot, every twist and dip exactly as one might see in a men's fashion magazine. His pants were dark gray, and he had wore black loafers. Everything looked brand new, as if he had just put it on for the first. She wanted to look, but was afraid to, and at the same time she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was curious, so she turned away. She heard his belt buckle hit the floor and knew that he was, if not naked, then was probably very close to it. Margaret could sense him getting closer. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to imagine that she was somewhere, anywhere, other than tied onto this bed and waiting to be deflowered. She felt the cloth over her mouth,. "And that was it -- her words put me over the edge. I barked a grunt and blasted, feeling my own hot cum against my belly and her tongue not stopping. I grunted and groaned again and again as Marlene kept licking and rubbing and nibbling my cock. My head felt light. I heard her chuckle, then felt her stiffen and her nails dig into my ass again and let out her own muffled groan.She settled down, stood up and kissed me hard on the mouth."Wow Baby, you got me so aroused!"She stepped around me and. Before he left, he told me that there was a good camping site four of five miles ahead and said it was okay for us to camp there for the night.If I thought Ab had a hundred questions when I rode back to the wagon train to tell him about meeting the Indians, Millie and Tess had a thousand. Most of the questions from all of them boiled down to "Did the Indians seem friendly" and "Did I think they were a threat."I told them that I honestly didn't know, but that I didn't think they were going to be.