From the looks of the prisoners, the column would have to stop at the ridge to give the children a chance to rest and drink a little water before they...went much farther.That's where we would mount our ambush. We would hide just over the crest of the ridge with our Winchesters, but we hoped that the Navajos would get within pistol range before we started shooting. No matter how fast we were with our rifles, we could shoot faster with out pistols.Fortunately, in this kind of sand, our horses did. After breakfast, Charles (the dear familiar name I must take the liberty henceforward to distinguish my Adonis by), with a smile full of meaning, took me gently by the hand, and said: “Come, my dear, I will show you a room that commands a fine prospect over some gardens”; and without waiting for an answer, in which he relieved me extremely, he led me up into a chamber, airy and lightsome, where all seeing of prospects was out of the question, except that of a bed, which had all the air of. I mean me on the spare bed in that house and jacking my dick to the idea of her lady friends fucking me in that house. Oh if fantasies could come true, god damn it to motherfucking hell!Well since 1997 when I first started house watching for this cunt nothing ever happened. I'd even once held high hopes that the cunt owner bitch would ball me herself on a regular basis as the friendly neighbor thing to do, but no such luck :-( But on July 3rd of 2013 I finally got my first spontaneous sexual. John was slightly surprised by the kiss, but soon accepted it and my tongue to follow. His lips were full and delicious and I just had to ask. How long have you been gay John? Always. My heart sank when I heard that it worked out with Jake today. he responded. Well then, the more the merrier I always say! I cheerfully said. At this point John was just in his jeans, no shoes or socks, no shirt. Sexy. I got onto my knees and fiddled with the zipper, finally managing to pull his pants down. When.