He slid onto the bed, her eyes remained glued to that bulky dick swinging while Bart crawled onto the bed. They made out some more, kissing deeply. Sh... felt the weight of his dick on her pussy first, then it slid onto her ass cheek. It amused her how big it was, how heavy it felt against her. She felt the warmth of his pole, all of it was pleasing to her. Bart slid off the bed, pulling Solitaire up with him. He took the top sheet off. Solitaire slid on her back, onto the bed. She moved her hair. He pulled back, then slammed half of his prick deep into her. He kept doing this, getting deeper each time. In a few minutes, he had managed to force all of it into her, knocking the wind out of her several times in the process from the force he had used. He pumped in and out of her quickly, her moaning and writhing beneath him. Soon, his dick was covered in her cum and a small amount of blood, probably from a tear deep inside her. He pulled out, placing his slippery lower cock at the entrance. No Indian sells these items.” “Why did he sell to you?” she demanded. “He wanted horses, we had horses. He wanted his life, and we spared his life.” “There is one for you,” he handed a smaller version with a 3 inch barrel to Winter Maiden, “and one for you,” he handed the second to Silver Quail. “I have no need for it, I will give it to the boys for hunting,” she handed it to Sitting Bull, who passed it on to his brother. “There are. My bridesmaid designed it”. I smile at Jen trying not to laugh at the way she has so easily assumed, or should I say stolen, the role of the bride from her best friend. By the time we arrive at the resort the Melissa and Jenny seem to have become new best friends while the two Pauls have struggled to get a word into the conversation. The girls have organized for us to meet for dinner that evening and have challenged the guys to a round of golf the following day.We book in and are led to our.