Examination of the site made it look like she had actually hit the tree, instead of the Indian. But her bullet had knocked a big splinter of wood from...the tree; it was almost certain that the splinter was what had wounded the Indian. If she had been lucky enough to cause a big gash, then she had gotten a lot of return on her investment of that bullet, and the amount of blood on the ground indicated that was what had happened. Furthermore, there was a trail of blood leading from the tree and. I say hi... has allowed me to explore a REAL MANS cock. Her hubby just spent and hour giving me over 12 massive orgasms with just his mouth and fingers. Amd guess what he got me to squirt so hard and so much i might be in love, good thing they are open to being polygamist and have a room for me as if you notice here his cock is enormous. See how thick it is. It blocks half my face, here is a coke can. Now you see it, (places behind his cock) now you dont. Then the amazing part it just. His fingers close around me and he pushes. It almost hurts but I understand what he's done, negative blood flow, and I go soft once more."Plenty of time for that later." Max says with a smile and continues to paint me.I only barely recognise the boy in the mirror. There is a river, complete with fish and reeds, winding across my chest and down my left leg. Strange and swirling Celtic designs adorn my other leg and are echoed on both my arms. There is a snake coiled around my neck, his eyes. Art leaned back quickly, and he tugged and pulled to get his pants open. His cock, when freed, stood proudly, a five inch long tower of flesh rising from a thick dark forest of damp, musky curls. The mushroom head was bright red, and the thick shaft was covered by fat ridges of veins. He wasn’t the biggest she’d had, but he was the second biggest. Of course, she’d only had two. Art held the little packet containing his condom (ribbed for her pleasure, how sweet) and looked into Hannah’s eyes as.