My left hand would work from gently tapping and exploring your nipple and areola back out to my own jeans. There I would whip out my cock and squeeze...my shaft at its base, move my left hand hard up against it through to my cockhead and get out as much precum as I could. Then I would lower your top or unbutton it sufficiently to wet your sweet left nipple with my transparent wet, sticky precum meanwhile, my right hand would begin working your bud and pussy faster and harder...and I would then. He grabbed her hips and thrust against her as the music blared on. He watched as she ran her hands up the backs of her legs, and spread her ass cheeks further apart so he could thrust deeper inside. His balls slapped against her twat as he fucked her wet hole. As she ground against him, she began playing with her enormous tits through her blouse. He looked up and saw a voluptuous blond beauty watching them from across the dance floor. He was mesmerized by the swaying of her hips as she crossed. “Why did you have to remove your underwear?” “I guess he wanted to determine if I had what it took to dance here tonight.” “Did he touch you? Did he do anything to you?” Jim seemed panicked. At the same time, he was definitely excited. “Don’t worry.” I responded. “We’ll talk about it later. You did want me to do what it took to be able to dance for you tonight, didn’t you?” I glanced at his crotch and I could see a tent forming. This was getting him aroused. He enjoyed the thought of me. Just like them Osages we run into up there, just tickled to death to get some coffee, and then the Poncas too, that didn’t have a thing to live on. I’m about like you, Eli, and ain’t no part of me Indian,” Duncan said.“Well, we sure can’t fight the whole damned country, but we can help our friends by trading for land and cows. If there’s a way for us to sell pecans back over there, then we’ll make some more deals with the Chickasaws on that too. Damn it all, I just hate when I get mad all over.