“Well, you will have to get out of those wet clothes or you will get pneumonia, by the way, what is your name?” I told her my name was Bill. She s...id hers was Wilma. I had to chuckle inside as she looked a lot better than a Flintstone, I looked at her and saw that she was about my height, 5’ 9” and weighed about 140 pounds. She had light brown hair and blue eyes, and nice boobs. She was wearing a short house coat, a skirt that was pretty short as she was ready for bed. A kind of lazy home but. Just relax man it will start to feel better, you don’t think I had to get use to your cock, it hurt at first but then it felt incredible.’ ‘Okay…okay…okay….’ I heard him taking deep breaths as he tried to relax, I held motionless as his ass loosened up. Finally I felt him relax and I pushed a little more in, since he wasn’t objecting I continued pushing inch after inch till I had bottomed out and I could feel my pubes rubbing his cheeks. ‘Dude I am all the way inside you, how does it feel?’. "Hear me? You have to help. I can't do it alone."She convulsed with another attempt at vomiting. He wiped his eyes and listened to her breathe. No apparent aspiration of what little fluid was in her stomach. He had to turn her on her side in case she wasn't so lucky the next time. When that was done he reached for the stethoscope. Lungs were clear, the heart arrhythmia ... Was it worse, or was his imagination working overtime? He moved the pickup and listened. And again. And again, trying to. I knew right away they were pure-blood Sioux and they were showing signs of not being fed for a few days. I guess the boys were giving them a free meal of our Army hash and beans and they were still suffering the indigestion which tended to come with it as an after effect.“Anything of interest, Sergeant?”I addressed the chief scout, a wise old Piute from up north that was fully comfortable in Indian Territory or in a white man’s government fort ready to follow a trail no matter how faint into.