He was more to my liking, falling somewhere between the two extremes of his brothers. He sat hunched over his tray, long dark hair pulled back in a lo... tail with a few escaping tendrils shadowing his face. His clothes were loose and comfortable looking, making it hard to judge his size, maybe something like the pale one? His left ear was pierced all the way up with tiny silver hoops and I could just barely make out the shiny metal of a chain around his neck."The big one is Davis," Tracy told. “Open wide,” he said, as he pushed his cock into my mouth. "I’m going to face-fuck you for a while then I’m going to fuck your ass." And fuck my face he did. He was at least eight inches, and when his cock hit the back of my throat, I would gag. “Not to worry, I will teach to relax your throat and take my entire cock later. Right now I just want to face-fuck you some, then fuck your virgin ass,” he said. He continued to face-fuck me till my jaws began to ache. I think he could sense that as he. He nodded unable to take his eyes away from her huge, gorgeous breasts which rose almost completely bared from her spaghetti-strapped top. He wondered if they were the source of her name. The frilly garment she wore constantly threatened to fall from her lush body and barely reached her heavy thighs.“Disrobe,” she said calmly. “Put your clothes over there, on that chair.”He blinked at her. “Beg your pardon?’“Strip,” she said, “including the shoes and socks.” She leaned against the wall, pulled. In the clearing there stood a small herd of bison. There was a bull and five females and a couple of juveniles and a calf. The animals were grazing on the sweet grass and they were oblivious to our approach.We only needed one animal and a small one at that. I decided that we'd take one of the females, leaving the younger animals alone so that they could grow up and sustain the herd. The question however was who was going to take the animal. My bow had the greater range and the better dropping.