She sure wouldn't fill up the room with towels, the kitchen with pizza and the fridge with soda and split so we could have privacy. By the way, that b...ll you handed my mother was a masterpiece. What did Jim call you? The Master? What's up with that?"Jim decided to stick his two cents in at this point, "Because she is The Master. She's freaking amazing. She can get anybody to do anything she wants. She's also the toughest mofo you never want to cross. I'm proud to call her sister." Sister? You. Once inside the room things escalated rather quickly. It would seem that these ladies had a plan in mind. They started to flirt with us even more, which moved to them fondling us and kissing on us. TJ and I had to give in, I have never been attracted to older ladies but when they are practically begging for your cock you have to give in. I had Mary Ellen and a blonde woman all over me with their boobs out. Again, I am not into older married white ladies but my granny always said that the men in. "Get off. You can look, even touch, but absolutely cannot try."Jennie stayed pressed down on me briefly, making tiny movements while my cock responded. Then she began to rise, very slowly and obviously reluctantly, revealing the length of my cock until the head popped out of her, trailing a sticky strand of fluid. In a flash, Meg took Jennie's place astride me and went to work until I unloaded into her. Meg is a screamer and she was in full song when she came with a series of jerks and shudders. Thank God that only one of them had a bow. It was his arrow that was sticking in my hip, and he was preparing to launch a second arrow. Fortunately, I was still able to function through the pain. I drew my revolver with my left hand while I hung on to a rock projecting from the wall with my right hand.I fired three quick shots and hit all three of the Comanches standing opposite me. One fell forward into the arroyo with me, and I did not take a chance: I put a bullet into his head. The other.