I knew I was going to have to do something about Hidalgo and that I better do it soon because he was starting to really annoy me.A small patrol of tro...pers with a pair of Apache scouts came into the fort riding a mite faster than normal and informed us,"Geronimo is on the warpath again and scalped a family of Mormons up by the Yellow river, young ones and all."The scourge of the Great Plains was off the reservation again and I was glad I was inside the sturdy walls of the fort because I sure. When they found a warm lump slowly growing towards me I would bring my mouth up to it and gently nuzzle it with my teeth through the material. This would make a huge hard rod swell in there, straining at the inside of your pants as if begging to be let out. My fingers would begin to undo the fastenings of your pants, opening them all up until the whole garment started to slip down your legs, revealing your flimsy undies which are barely enough to contain the huge hard growth within them. I. I pulled her pussy tight against my mouth. I thrust my tongue deep into her bred cunt. I attacked her. Lapped at her. I loved her.A car door opened closed. Tires crunched as the car backed up, its electric engine quiet.We escaped this time.“Mommy! Mommy!” she moaned, her youthful face twisting with pleasure. “Oh, yes, Mommy!”“Mmm, such a wicked, little girl!” I moaned. “Seducing your mother with that pussy full of your daddy's cum.”She whimpered and groaned. Her pregnant pussy humped against. I just happen to be so hot and boiled up that I need to do something to keep myself and my body cool and chilled up too. Wine inside my vagina? This is the most weird and absurd thing that I have ever yet done, and yet I do not seem to care or mind about it at all. I mean it is all such a witty brilliant and wonderful idea. It is genius in some way, and not all so mastermind and big-brain on the other hand too. I am thinking quietly: How about spilling some bit cold wine direct into my own.