Just over Corporal Wardlaw’s shoulder there was an Indian dressed in buckskins. “There is a...”“My companion,” the Corporal said. “John Ha...m is my translator and friend.”“I am pleased to meet you, Corporal. Mr. Hamm. I am Miss Miranda Lewis. Again, thank you for your intervention. It would be a shame to have bloodied his uniform before he had blooded his weapon.” I know the Indian saw me slip the knife back into her boot sheath and the hint of a smile crossed his face. Miranda firmly took. The second his hand touched my throbbing cock it sent electricity running through my body and i thought i was gonna shoot off instantly. luckily he released it and slid both his hands onto my thighs and circled them back to my wet ass checks.he spread my checks gently as i put my hands on the wall for support all the while the warm shower water was running down our naked bodies. i then felt one of the most pleasureable experiences of my life as he started tongueing my virgin asshole. no girl i. His hand increased its pace until he was wanking furiously his face in a grimace of pleasure as whatever he was thinking about caused him to approach orgasm. I matched him stroke for stroke, my fingers now slurping noisily in and out of my dripping pussy, the sight of his frantic strokes driving me to my own orgasm. I just couldn't take my eyes off the sight of his hand as it flashed up and down the shaft of his 8 inch cock. With the other hand he was reaching back under his balls. Not being. “Good evening Ryan, I’ve come to see Lisa if that’s ok, I would like to speak to her?”“She’s gone home I thought you two spoke?”“No, she didn’t tell me anything. Did she say when she’ll be back?”“She’ll be back by Friday she said.”“Thank you, Ryan, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Good night.”I walked to my bike at the same time I pulled out my mobile, dialling Lisa’s number. It went straight to voicemail. I didn’t think much of it. I’ll try again in five minutes when I get to the Inn. As soon as.