The Comanches were up to their usual trick of staying on horseback while fighting. I wondered if they would ever learn, but I hoped that they didn't. ...here looked to be about 20 Indians; they were moving around so much that I couldn't get a good count from this distance.I looked around to see what I could do to be the most help. I spotted a little hill about 80 yards from where the wagon train was stopped. If I could get there without being seen, I could snipe at the Indians and knock off a few. A month had flown by now and Eva was loving the workouts in bra and panties, she even lost ten pounds since joining.“Keep going Eva, you can do it!” said Fort, as Eva pushed for the final rep on the squats.“There we go,” said Fort, as Eva cleared the set and stretched her arm out.“Fuck yeah!” said a sweaty Eva, hugging Fort who hugged her back.Now the arousal was just unreal for Eva, her leg lifted as she hugged Fort and her sweaty glowy body felt a tight grip to him. Eva had a ponytail to go. He looked at her carefully. "If youwant to stop at any time, you just have to tell me."Shelley nodded. It was Dutch courage, perhaps. She felt good afterthe wine, open to experiment. "I want to do this for you," sheaffirmed."For us," he responded. "Let's do this because we love each other andwant to show it."Shelley smiled. "You old romantic. No, you were right, I should findout how this feels, to better know you when we go back to ourselves." That's a good way of looking at it. . Thank you Miss Jones." OK, wait here while I get it. And call me Cheryl. That will make this less formal."Bill watched her ass again as she headed to the kitchen for his drink. Feeling his cock grow ever larger, it was getting uncomfortable and so he tried shifting it around as Miss Jones - Cheryl's ass wiggled its way into the kitchen. Soon she returned with a couple drinks and put them down on the table."OK Bill, let's get started." And Cheryl started going over the lesson. To get closer to.