She ran her fingers up her thighs to the sides of her thong around her hips. She shimmied as she pulled her underwear down from her pussy, over her hi...s, down her thighs and lower legs, and slipped them off over her feet. She bundled the slip of red lace into a ball and held it in the fingers of one hand before her. Then she soaked it with water from her bottle. Frankie leant over the front seat and held the ball of wet lace over Albert’s face close to his dry lips. He was still sleeping. She was now eighteen years, and full of the passion and fervor that life brings at that age. Ewan had watched her grow up and lately become increasingly fascinated by both her body and her demeanor. He loved her; his heart was forever tortured and captivated. There was a slight catch and dilemma, however, for Ewan was a vampire. Doomed to remain young, pale, and a lover of moonlight, as he watched those he grew to love age and pass on. It was a soul torturing existence, and one he did not. She liked that horse because it was used to gunfire and would stand like a petrified log in the midst of chaos.The half breed Indian scout was pissing behind the cottonwood tree near the shoreline, and she caught sight of his impressive tool that seemed out of place on an Indian not usually known for the size of their dicks.She knew his real name was something like Grey Eagle or Grey Owl, but she was really not all too certain it was his real name or just an assumed name that he picked out of. I had no idea that a cock could shoot that much cum, and I swallowed several times to get it all down. The taste was a little bitter and salty, but not offensive. The thickness and texture of his cum were everything that I had fantasized about and more, and I was disappointed when he stopped squirting. I kept sucking his cock until it started getting soft, and then pulled off and started sucking his balls again. More cum was oozing out of the head, and I licked that up as well. Lamont then.