There she was. His angel of the past few restless nights, his unknowing angel. Fuck. Tonight she was nearly naked, last night she had been wearing at ...east a black lace negligee. Now, everything he had been imagining, been stroking himself to, was suddenly on full display through the space in the branches of one of the fir trees in her backyard. His right hand fell immediately to his cock, already hard with anticipation. She was walking around the yard now, her pedicured feet--God! what he. I looked indian ... and there are those who feel something akin to guilt and don’t like it. They’d rather be angry. Guilt about land thievery ... and angry about Custer. I spouted out with a few of Hairy’s prime cuss words and the cowpunchers left me alone.I did hear a few words about “Dirty Squaw” but that was enough to suit me.I didn’t stay long ... just enough to get really sleepy and relaxed. I packed up and headed out.Artie fixed me a couple of loaded doubles and slightly over done fries. You thrust into me as deep as you can go, and the sides of my vagina clench against you and holds your prick tight. Over and over we do this. I do arch my back and give out a great moan of satisfaction, but we have hardly begun. You thrust harder and harder into me and I beg you not to stop.I have had a number of lovers, well sexual partners, over the years before that fateful day when we met. But none had ever been as good as you always are with me. Knowing just how to pleasure me, and how. “Sir, can I see your permit?”“No. I have one, but I don’t need it here, and you know it. He does, unless he’s 21 and has a clean record, and I’ll bet that’s two strikes. Run the serial number and you could probably strike him out, but with Officer Tyrone around, I doubt you will go to that trouble.” I used a whiny voice when I said “Officer Tyrone” then smiled. He frowned then followed me with a much weaker one. The young lady at my side giggled. She had a really cute giggle.“How about an ID so.