“Hey, down there,” she says giggling while she shakes her head gently, “Isn’t it a little early?” “Mm, nope, it’s noon, babe,” I say ...n response taking a short break from my work. I kiss my way up her body so she can wake up before I make her cum. She rubs her eyes and smiles at me. I slowly lean down and kiss her gently. Her lips are so soft I melt when our lips touch. She quivers as I run my nails slowly up and down her sides. She gently slips her tongue in my mouth and starts swirling it. I was surprised when the guy quickly accepted the invitation saying he was a regular visitor to the beach.The temperature that day was pushing 40 degrees Celsius only helped by a slight breeze, so it wasn't long before we were totally stripped you would only see we were naked from shore if you were using binoculars and once at Maslins it didn't matter. I was surprised to see Alan our guest was hung like a horse, though shouldn't have been knowing Anne's ability to spot one in a crowd. Alan. The man who had her hair had pulled his cock out, hard shaft glistening with sweat. He pulled her face against him, and her mouth, open to scream, slipped right over his cock. She choked as he went too deep, squirming and writhing, but the men only laughed, moving in closer, so that she was pressed back against the wall, with a half dozen men surrounding her. A spirit of brotherly companionship seemed to settle over the men,that’s why they all became pimps. They laughed again, their cock. So they were likely to get a different reception when the wagon train reached their land.The wagon train was also warned that the Navajo were expanding east and were likely to attack if they saw a chance. However, the Navajo were more likely to attack as individuals than as a band of Indians.The wagon train left the campground with renewed vigor and purpose as they started on a more difficult portion of their trek. Even though they would have the usual hardships of an extended trip by wagon.