Our waitress then said, “We wouldn’t want our other customers seeing what a good time you are having. They might want two girls of their own and m...st of them can’t handle the one that they are with.”Melody giggled, my sister said “Thank you,” and I kept my fingers in their moist pussies…now that I had our waitresses permission.She got a healthy tip and I got her phone number.Shopping was a lot better than I had anticipated. They both modeled everything for me from tiny skirts to tight T-shirts,. I did remember that at the Little Big Horn that lack of balance was in favor of the Indian tribes with a superiority of forces almost 2 to 1 against the bluecoats and rumored to be armed with hundreds of new “repeating” rifles that had been of notable service in the battles of the Civil War. It stood to reason because it was now almost a full decade later and the Indians were quick to trade furs and even stolen gold and cash money for modern weapons. It was a lucrative market for the outlaw. " "Oh Rosalyn do you mean that," she relied, "I do love you and want to please you so much." There was much emotion in her voice as she said it.Once inside the cabin we hung up our coats and turned to look at each other. She looked frightened or lost for a moment, standing there waiting for me to say or do something. What she was wearing made her look slimmer I thought, the pale of her skin broken up by the gold chain resting on her boobs. She was smiling at me with her eyes, waiting for me to. Panicked she looked at Martin, but he swallowed his reservations and smiled in reassurance. “No secrets in here,” Clementine said. “And your husband’s name? It won’t pass my lips, I promise.” He took the responsibility on himself. “I’m Martin. It’s our wedding anniversary. Tonight is my gift to my wife.” “Then we’d better make it special.” Clementine’s gaze locked on Alexa. “Perhaps your pretty wife would like to kiss me?” Alexa was panting visibly. “Oh God, yes.” “Is hubby okay with.