At that time I didn’t even think about sex. We both went in, lied on bed and started watching TV. After some time she went to kitchen, did some work...and came back. Later she started watching TV in different position. Her body was sideways facing towards me. Her hand was raised where she could rest her head in her palm(I don’t know exactly how to describe this position). Her boobs was touching my arm and this made my penis erect. She was in that position for 15 minutes and later around 11:30 we. The Indian did not give his pony water that morning. He knew the horse could smell the water if he was thirsty. We back tracked the wagon even though it went in almost a circle. The Indian’s pony began resisting his moves ever so slightly. The Indian gave the animal its head. Not fifteen minutes later we came to a river. At that place the river had high, steep banks. We traveled down it toward the herd looking for a place to water the thirsty animals. A few minutes later we came upon a fence. Your mouth on my neck licking and biting...as I feel something being poured over me...from the smell and feel of it...it is crushed pineapple...I feel it running down my shoulders...over my chest down my stomach and all over my pussy...my body trembling...it's such an erotic feeling...knowing what will happen next...I hear a knock on the door...you go to answer it...when you return...i hear two more sets of footsteps...i feel you back down between my legs...your tongue licking the juices from. “Are you okay, Hans?”“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Take it home with you if you want to, I don’t need it.”She smiled at me. “You never know, some men find good use of a dildo like this.”“Maybe, but I’m not the kind of guy who would stick that thing up my ass.”She giggled. “Maybe not, or you just need a little help.”“I don’t think so.”She opened the buttons in her shorts and pulled them down. Under she had a pair of light blue cotton panties, nothing fancy, just plain. “What are you doing?” I said,.