He started to stroke it nice and softly at first but he began to get faster and grip it harder as he went. As he did this I started to fumble for his...pants. I struggled a little getting his belt undone but once that was done I made short work of the rest and dropped his pants to the floor. John was wearing a tight pair of white Y fronts with a huge bulge in them. I pulled them down and let them also drop to the floor and I was left with this big cock hanging there just waiting for me to. He toldme about the places he had been to on business, and how a Dubai contracthad made him a millionaire through a cooperate by-out of his firm. I alsoexplained about Bill's job, and about some of the emotions and problems Iwas having with it. We sat there enraptured by each others company."You don't have any allergies or other culinary quirks?"I shook my head. "I will eat any and everything put in front on me," Igiggled.The wine was beginning to have an effect on me, and I didn't really. I went over to where I had my musket, and eased back into the brush. While it did not provide much cover in the event of a firefight, it was damned good concealment. The mules looking to the south was a sure sign something was coming. They had very good hearing.I wished I had my carbine handy, but it was packed away. I cursed myself silently for not having it ready for use. Sure enough, I soon saw a group of five horsemen riding at a walk towards my camp.They noticed my tent, almost as soon as. “Hey Chelsea, do you mind if I join you?” I heard a voice say. I turned around and there was Josh.“Not at all, I’d like the company,” I told him.We talked about everything while we walked. He finally asked me about my boyfriend and if everything was ok between us.“I saw how you looked last night, and the fact that you were here a day early and had not went to meet his family…….I just kind of put 2 and 2 together……..”“You added it up right, Josh, he dumped me. Dropped me hard on a cement slab.