I didn't know if I could be the fastest draw in the whole state, but I sure as hell wanted to be able to outdraw anybody in my neighborhood.My name is...John White Wolf and I am half Mescalero Apache. My mother was given to my father in appreciation for all of the things he did for the Mescaleros, and he loved her until the day she died. She died the day I was born, August 14th, 1877, and it wasn't long after that event that my father died of a broken heart. Thus, I was the indirect cause of both. "I needn't have worried. I'm not sure where he learned his art, but she certainly was a lucky girl. My body had been neglected, sensually, for so long. Greg's tongue must have explored every inch of me, for at least twenty minutes before he finally tasted my pussy. By that time my whole being was pulsating, my skin alive to every move he made. I had never been so ready to give myself completely.With my thighs spread, his head buried between them, I heard myself groan loudly when the tip of his. I liked being in a porn shop on my knees letting a random man fuck my face with his big cock.My own cock had been hard for so long I had forgotten about it and the plug in my ass had become a fixture as well. He continued to fuck my face and soon picked up the pace. I had another mouthful of spit but there was nothing to do with it as I could not swallow.As he continued to speed up his fucking some of the spit began to leak out of my mouth. It was making a sloppy mess of my face and I also. "It's really going to be a special night."This was confirmed when we were finishing our meal and Patty received a text message on her cell phone. She told me then that we would be having dessert elsewhere. Then she gave me a Viagra and a pain pill for my back.She directed me through the town until we drove into the lot of one of the better hotels. This was unexpected and I began to wonder what was going on. She told me to retrieve a suitcase from the trunk, but we didn't check into the hotel..