"Bob?" she called. "Are you back?"There was no answer. She opened the door more and peered out. No Bob. She thought about just waiting, but it was chi...ly. She decided to get the bedspread and wrap that around her until Bob came back. Then she could have him get her suitcase.She stepped out of the bathroom, tossing the towel in her hand onto the floor. She walked to the bed.The door opened and Bob walked in, a plastic bag suspended from one hand and her suitcase hanging from the other.They. I leaned back on the table as the man fingered me to another cumming. I pulled and tugged on my nipples making them harder. As I was ready to cum again, I arched my back as he had three fingers buried deep in my pussy. I began to squirt before he pulled his hand from me, he bent down to let my juices make a mess on his face, then continued with licking me dry.I leaned forward and told him that I'm ready to ride that dick of his. I left the table and pulled him to my room. My bed wasn't. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade’s fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade’s arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn’t the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the chief’s company and no doubt also in the throes of passion. Now that Chief Cave Lion had returned his wife would from henceforth sleep by his side only and her love for Ivory would become. The regimental commander, Colonel Stedding, is passing behind the parade when he hears the comment. He stops to watch how the Sergeant handles this.Walking up to the centre of the parade Sergeant Mannheim looks them over, and says, “All those who think that was a funny remark are to raise their left arm.” No one moves. “The person who thinks he’s a comedian is to come forward to the front of the parade.”Private Maxwell, all two metres of him, marches out to the centre of the formation. He snaps.