I let her nipple stretch as I dragged my teeth along it’s length until I reached the end, where I paused and bit tightly again and let my tongue pla... around the tip, finally releasing it and starting all over again with the other. Whilst this was going on my hand had been busy also. I slipped inside her panties and explored the prominent mound and the warm, moist area below. As she was kneeling with her knees apart her lips were pulled open and my finger traced the furrow from the firm nub of. “It is a fine rifle.” I’d seen a reproduction in Kurt’s store, though I’d never fired it.“Indeed. I have coveted your Colt Navies. I will trade you one for one. With one condition,” he said. I contemplated the benefit of giving up one of the Navies in trade for the Henry. It seemed like a good trade.“The condition?”“Wear the buckskins I gave you and travel as a boy. I do not fancy sending you into the wilderness to be raped and enslaved.” Miranda struggled to regain her voice, but she’d given. I smiled, poured more oil onto my palms and began kneading the firm flesh of her buttocks. She squeezed my balls and rested her hand back on the table, wiggling sensuously under my hands as they stroked up and down her muscular thighs, parting them slightly to ensure they were fully coated in oil. The lips of her pussy smiled up at me through a dark thicket of black hair and i managed to resist the temptation to run my fingers along her slit, trailing them along the back of her legs, taking a. "I can smell how wet your pussy is for me right now, Felice" He whispers in my ear. This feels so unreal and I wonder for how long he has been watching me. "How?" I ask him... My voice sounds raspy and I try to resist his touch by trying to sit up straight. He doesn't let me and stops me by slightly leaning over me, sliding his right hand directly between my legs. He slides his fingers effortlessly under my ass. His thumb pressing against my throbbing clitoris. "It doesn't matter how Felice".