Fir maine usko bithaya or uper se dress nikala . Usne bra pehni hui thi andher ki wajese color nhi dikhay deta, or bra ke uper se hi uske boobs ko bad...ta raha or kiss karata raha. Wo siskariya bharne lagi. Usne mera shirt nikala or pith ko pe hath ferne lagi.Fir uski bra kholi or usko kutte ki tarah chusne laga uske nippel ko chust or boobs ko dabata wo jor se saans lene lagi or mera sir pakad k boobs k bich me dabti thiFir uke payjama ka nada kholke nikal dia or panty mein thi usne bhi mera. .. The ambush, the horror of seeing my men lying along the ground, their eyes staring aimlessly at the horizon. The hold, Al and Jim, the hammer jumping out of my hands to smash onto the floor. I sighed, banishing the memories to the back of my mind, to be mourned upon later. "Oi, Rapley! Rick! TUSK? Where is everyone!"I wondered along, to Tusk's wagon, to look in and see if he was in the-"RAAARGH!!" Tusk roared, leaping out of the shadows, maw wide open, hands wide to maul me."SHIIIIIIIIT!!" I. I don't know... stripper or something!" You're sexier than any stripper I've seen." I said as Lisa looked at me deadpanned. "Lisa, let me know when you're uncomfortable and we'll stop right there. Besides, all they can do is talk." I waited a few seconds before adding. "And jack off!" They're not jacking off!" Lisa said, her mouth open in surprise as she punched me.I pretended to jack off as she talked. Lisa looked down at my rising erection."You're not wasting that." She said as she pulled my. "Any bastard what shoots at me without so much as a 'howdy' gets shot at in return!"Bill said, "I feel the same way. Let's see what's goin' on."They crawled to the protection of some rocks closer to the single man, and Hank called out, "HEY, MISTER! WHAT'S GOIN' ON?" I DON'T KNOW! THEM BASTARDS SHOT MY HOSS, AN' THEN STARTED SHOOTIN' AT ME! I'M OSWALD OSBORN. WHO'RE Y'ALL?" WE'RE HANK PRESCOTT AND BILL JONES! WE'RE JUS' PASSIN' THROUGH! WANT SOME HE'P? WE DON'T WANT TO BUST UP NO PRIVATE.