She was not really that good looking. She was tall, about six foot. She did have large boobs, thick jet black hair on her head and her pussy. She was ... big shot down at our church, her husband was on the town council and she was in the PTA. She had four k**s, the youngest was a grade above me. So how did I end up busting a nut in this woman you ask? Well not sure. I had worked with Lisa for almost a year. She was very cool, never flirted, cussed, never dressed slutty, or did anything that you. I'm getting my panties wet again”. Jeff kissed her replying “no problem, Doll”. In minutes a car drove up, Jeff walked into the hallway out of sight as Barbie stood at the door with her dress rolled to her waist and her panties twisted to the side. He walked in as she bent over a lamp table. He thrust into her saying “thank you Barbie! My wife's been down for 2 weeks and I'm over loaded”! She giggled as he thrust into her rapidly then groaned “there it is! Oh Shit”! He hunched, held her tight. It was so well trained that moving my knees and my heels were sufficient to guide the horse. I rode toward the continuing battle and could see by now that this was no movie shoot. I did not know what was going on, but it was now obvious that both sides really were trying to kill each other.When I got close to the battle, several of the Indians turned toward me and began shooting. It was obvious that I had made a stupid and childish mistake when I had ridden toward the battle. Those damned. Fumbling a bit, I pulled down his zipper and got his cock out, and stroked it as she kept kissing me. Her tongue was teasing me, darting in and out of my mouth, flickering against mine. It was fanning the flames big time.His cock was throbbing, so thick in my hand as I glided my hand up and down his length and he just sat there, gaping as we made out. She helped me out of my tank top and we smashed our breasts together, lips locked and his cock between our bellies. The show we were putting on.