She pushed her hips down and locked his face tight between her nylon-encased thighs as her orgasm exploded. He could barely breathe as she ground down...onto his mouth. John’s cocked throbbed hard with her dominating manipulations."F-F-F-FUCK! YOU FUCK! YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM YOU SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed out, as her juices squirted out of her pussy into his mouth. Her taste was a salty-sweet mixture. It was an ambrosia of sex. John swallowed what he could as she coated his face from nose to. The third man was still trying to figure out where the shots were coming from when I covered him with my Winchester.The damned fool tried to get a shot in at me, but I let him have it with a shot from my .44-40 rifle. That took all of the fight right out of him as he fell dead to the ground. The crew helped me to throw the bodies into the boot and tie their horses to the back of the coach.We were nearly to Eagle Pass, soz I just hauled the bodies to the jail and let the local authorities take. I wore glasses and had an issue with my nerves. Beside me on the left was my father. He was a stocky character, 5'11, strong tuft of brown hair automatically asleep on his towel wearing his white t-shirt and shorts. Mum on my right was 5'11 and had a 32DD figure to match. She sported a green tankini behind a shawl of green aswell. She wore dark sunglasses and a hat as she read her book.It was about 10:30 in the morning when things really started to change for me that morning. My father and I. "Ain't no laughing matter," said the sergeant darkly. "Damned buffalo hunters got a herd moving and we was caught right in the midst of it. Lieutenant Dobbs seemed to think that thirty men could turn a herd of stampeding buffalo. The troop only got clear by almost killing the horses." The colonel mentioned something about that," said Stone."Funny thing about it is that that woman got caught right in the middle of that stampede and came out smelling like roses, 'cept for losing their cows..