About 2 miles away on the top of a rise was a group of Indians. Their face paint stood out even at this distance.“Yeah, I spotted them about the sam... time. Think it’s a war party?”“They look like Paiute, Sergeant, probably a hunting party.”“What makes you say that Sun Hair?”“If they were a war party, they wouldn’t be making themselves obvious to us. They would be setting up an ambush. I think I should ride out and talk to them. The Shoshone are cousins of the Paiute.”“Ok, check em out. But if. “Holy shit,” Farrah sighed, her fingers reaching out and lacing across his back, scratching at him when he was fully inside of her. The slow, smooth drawls of his cock in her body were not enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of his big black cock pounding her tight white pussy. She flipped him over, his back on the sheets and her body on top of his. The pace of their sex was quickening now. She lifted her hips up and down, feeling his enormous length slide in and out of her. His hands. His one passion was turkey hunting, to which he devoted any spare time he could.He had most likely slaughtered over half of the local population of turkeys, as attested by the hundreds of beards he kept as trophies. His skill and obsession with turkey hunting was legendary even beyond the legends told of his rascality.Land ownership and property lines had no meaning or bearing on him when he was hunting turkeys, which caused him no small problems with the local game wardens.He hunted bobcats. I'm greatly honoured that he left it to me in his will, it's something I will cherish for the rest of my life."Bob bid us all fair well and drove off. Sally had 'that' glow about her and I couldn't resist pulling her chain. "Seems like Bob's sniffin' around a certain lady, what do you think Jen?" Yeah, sure seems like it to me Jimmy, he's a bit old for Mum though; he must be at least fifty years old." I have you know young lady that I'm not the far off of being 'old' as you put it. Bob is a.