I could tell that Maurice was having trouble holding himself up. His knees trembled slightly and he groaned like crazy. I pushed back my soaking wet...hair and continued to push more of his dick into my mouth. The rain hadn’t let up one bit. I knew I had to slow my roll or he would bust too early. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and placed soft wet kisses all over his dick. My saliva and the rain covered his dick and made it glisten. Maurice shrieked and shuttered while I traced the. "Do it," he said, "and do it right!" So I did. I licked his ass, bottom to top, up and down. He kept his hand on my head, a firm grip on my hair. And then I surprised myself by sliding my tongue into his asshole. For some reason I can't explain, I went all in. My nose pressed up against his perineum as my tongue delved deeper into his ass. He let go of my head and started jacking off, moaning that it was amazing. I was hard again, and leaking pre-cum everywhere. Never in my wildest dreams did I. The younger man dismounted and took the reins for both of their horses. I dismounted as well and looked at the younger man.“We are looking for five men who attacked and burned a small Shoshone village near here. They raped the women, then killed them and the men and children. We want to find them.”“I am one of three brothers, the O’Dell clan. We and our wives are traveling back to our home in the mountains. Three days ago, we were attacked by five white men. They were going to take our women. The fireplace smoldering; almost out but the glowing coals still warming and providing the only light other than the Christmas Tree lights. Even his feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed, was how he had imagined it with his wife and son tucked against him.It was so perfect. It was his dream. He looked down at Lisa again. Not just his dream. It was hers too; the woman who's love and support had kept him going. He lifted the arm that circled her enough to brush the soft strands of blonde.