I looked down and watched as he played with my cock, slowly and gently rubbing it in his hands, the feel of his hands on my cock sending a wave of ple...sure through me. "Do you like that?" he asked. "Yes" i answered meekly."How does it feel?" I took a second, I replied "It feels nice" as he now started to jerk my cock even more. My head was swimming with delight as he jerked my cock. It was now that he went the next step further. Taking my cock, he moved his head next to it and into his mouth. This was something I was waiting for her to say for the last year, and was ready now more than ever. I began to unbutton her pants, and slowly pulled her jeans down. This was my first look ever at her pussy, and man was it perfect. She had pretty fat vagina lips, and an extremely tight pussy. I put one finger into her(the first time I ever fingered a girl in my life). She gasped, as it was the first time she had ever been fingered. My cock raged hard against my jeans, and it needed to be let. I was very proud of her because that was a difficult thing to do with such a small caliber gun. The Indian had managed to jump off his horse before it fell, so he ran toward Mary brandishing his lance. She put her remaining two bullets into his chest. That staggered him, but he did not fall. Fortunately, I was on Mary's side of the wagon and was able to put a bullet into the Comanche who was trying to kill her. My .44 caliber pistol did all of the damage it had to do in getting rid of that. I wanted to move inside,into the bedroom like we always did, but Mom was so hot that shesquatted in front of me right there and grabbed my asscheeks withboth hands, pulling my cock toward her open mouth.As always, I whimpered a little as her talented lips enclosedthemselves about the swollen head of my prick. How could a woman beso good at what she did? I know, I know. My mother always saysthat the answer to that question is practice, practice.practice,but I sincerely believe that most of my.