.. a cat for the mice. Missy trained one of the prettier girls in the use of cards, ball and tea-leaves. Last ... just before they left ... a Vet supp...ied them with horse ... and human ... doctoring supplies. They didn't get caught while he was volunteering his medications at midnight.Their Gypsy wagons were 'improved' before they left Michigan. Much better springs and a nifty electric motor/generator helped keep their horses from tiring out after a hill or two. It charged a set of 24 volt. A single long burst of automatic fire would have wiped out the whole bunch of them in short order. Oh, well, I would make do with what I had.Naturally, I had reloaded all of my revolvers as soon as I had ducked away from the cave entrance the last time, so I was fully prepared to take advantage of this opportunity. I was already holding one of the revolvers, so I began firing. The result was the same this time as previously. I scored a high number of hits, but the Indians reacted faster than. I guess I’ll know shortly.” After stirring it inside her pussy, she extracted her finger and smelled it. Since she made a happy face, I guess she was pleased with her scent. She reached out with that finger and put it under my nose. “What do you think of this aroma? Would you taste it and tell me what it tastes like?”Her scent was heavenly and I deeply inhaled it before sighing. Though I’d never tasted a woman’s nectar before, I licked then sucked her wet finger into my desperate mouth. “Mmm,. I knew I was going to be treated to her special.Her special was a wondrous mixture of deep throat and shallow nips at the top, constantly changing her tempo, her suction, her angle of attack, and the pressure of her lips. Combined with the antics of her tongue her performance always became a truly triumphant symphony. Sometimes they resembled a Wagnerian overture, at other times a Light Cavalry overture, or even a Strauss Waltz. But they were always a new surprise.Tonight I was going to be.