Sometimes the freight trains were attacked by the Apache and even the Comancheros. These bandits were the dregs of the earth consisting of thieves and...renegades, both white and Indian. The attacks severely hampered the soldier's mission of military expeditions against the Apache and the Yaqui.It was midday and stopping at the army post's stable, Jake took care of Via. With the help of the sergeant in charge of the stable he tended to Via. Jake offered to pay the grizzled old veteran and a. As I made my way up the sandy path, my uncle watched me from behind, occasionally slapping my ass cheeks with the riding crop. It stung a little at first, but it wasn’t painful. He was in his glory, as he watched me prance, buck naked, my sweet young ass swaying back and forth, with the horse tail swinging in time with my movements. He gave me a couple swats on my pussy, which caused me to jump a little bit. He scolded me for getting out of cadence, whatever that was. As I made my way. We were innocent of the knowledge that Romania's Revenge was warming up.Sven was also independently wealthy, and had bought a nice condo within walking distance of the office. He had taken up with a very weird technical editor, who kept talking about her shamanic journey. It was generally accepted that ... what was her name? Chris? That'll do ... actually lived in the Alternate Shamanic Reality, and when she journeyed to our dimension, she sought, as a spirit guide, an Edsel. That was. We laid some poncho liners on the patio to sit on. We broke out the vodka and the cola, and started mixing drinks. The 3 of us drank MUCH more than the girls, and while we fixed our drinks as we normally did, we mixed the drinks for the girls almost as strong as ours. It didn't take long for them to get a little (giggling) drunk. Everything was funny to them. A drink or 2 more and they were getting brave, talking openly about past sexual encounters, and how big (or small) some of their partners.