No truer friend than him have I met either. He saved my life several times, at the risk of his own. He hated the taking of another hunter's life, but ...e did it when it meant saving my life, or when it was necessary to protect our war party and to further our cause. No enemy arrow killed Broken Stick, it was a fever that came in his sleep and took him by surprise. His last words were to try to comfort me, as well as his woman and his children. He was a hunter who could always be depended on, a. I glanced into the mirror and saw myself. I saw a flushedpretty face and I smiled. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra,letting my breasts fall free. Two years of hormones had done their jobwith a nicely rounded pair of breasts with large, dark nipples ready formy lover to take in his mouth. I could hardly wait to feel his lipstouch them and make me want more. I could hardly wait to feel what itwould be like to have my husband make me completely his. I could hardlywait.I reached back and. ”“Anne and Bev helped Laura to stand up. She could barely keep her balance and hunched over. “Okay, guys I know we had a great time fucking Laura but never two cocks that big in her like that again,” Anne softly lectured.”“Frank, why don’t you and Arnie get the bbq started. I’m sure we are all hungry after all this great sex,” Bev added.”“We’ve got some Epsom salts that we can bathe Laura in. It will make your pussy feel better,” Anne explained. They led her to the bathroom and filled a warm. Swearing, he realised the shot had come from the other side of the road. He was just about to divert onto the road when he saw movement. As soon as he saw the pistol line-up on one of his men, he fired. The man grunted and fell sideways to lie beside the tree the man had been trying to hide behind.He heard some more shouts, another couple of shots and sounds of upset horses milling around. Vincent moved cautiously closer to the man that he had shot and looked at the scene that was unfolding.