This, alone, was a great reason for celebration, but the supply train carried items in the wagon of even more value to the war effort of the Apaches. ...lack Wolf had, indeed, selected the best time to hit the supply train.Scalps were taken, of course, to mark the victory by the Apaches, but Black Wolf was not particularly concerned about that phase of the after-action activity; he forgot to take his scalp, and one of the other warriors had to do it for him. This prompted some good natured. ”He took out his cock and aimed it between my legs. After a couple of seconds, he began to pee. The stream hit my pussy, it was hot and kinda smelly. He then moved it up higher and he is now peeing on my little tits. I hoped he would stop there but I was wrong. He moved the stream up to my face. I moved my face away from the stream. “Don’t turn your head! Open your mouth bitch!” Dad said angrily. I turned back around and I opened my mouth. He filled my mouth with his stinky pee, he then stopped. I admitted that I had noticed and even told him it felt kind of good. Tim just smiled and played with my balls a bit. Then he lifted my legs up and put a finger on my hold again. It felt even better this time as he rubbed lightly in circles with a baby oil covered finger. Then he centered the finger and put pressure on my hole. He slipped inside and I felt a warmth that spread to my cock as he moved his finger in and out. Tim then reminded me how I had said I liked the way the head of a cock. “Got any more in there?” she asked, not fully sated yet. “Maybe… “ “Well, we have to be pretty quick if we do, because Shelly will be home very soon.” In response, Tommy began humping again, feeling his cock respond. By the third thrust, she was moaning again. “Oh God… yes!” “Get on your knees!” he insisted, sweat standing out on his forehead, his pulse quickening. He pulled out and grasped his cock at the base, standing as he did so. In response, Suzanne sat up and Tommy massaged her tits..