But she was tired and knew nothing would happen. Well I convinced her to go down and flit a little. And keep me updated on what was going on. Maybe I ...ould get a good wank with my imagination. She texted Texted back about 45 minuets later. She said Ron had purchased a bottle of wine and she had had 2 glasses. She is not a big drinker so this was good. 15 minuets later she said he had bought another bottle and she was feeling no pain. He had asked her if I had been upset that she was staying. "There is only one small lamp; the apartment is subdued glow. Dave puts on some soft music; Don and Jordon stand, swaying with the rhythm. Dave looks at me."Madison, you are very beautiful. I like your dress, is it new?" Yes, mom bought it for me for the trip. I didn't want to come. I had to leave my boyfriend." Are you glad you came now? Don thinks you changed your mind." Well, I must admit Don did make a big difference. He showed me the time of my life. I really like being with him." Well, I. I was an accomplished rider so I had no trouble mounting or riding the Indian's horse. It was so well trained that moving my knees and my heels were sufficient to guide the horse. I rode toward the continuing battle and could see by now that this was no movie shoot. I did not know what was going on, but it was now obvious that both sides really were trying to kill each other.When I got close to the battle, several of the Indians turned toward me and began shooting. It was obvious that I had. His stubbled chin, his thinning brown hair which was fast receding, leaving his broad forehead exposed. She stretched a leg across his thigh and started to knead the fleshiness of his nuts with her knee, while still looking at his face. She saw a smile appear and moved her leg upwards slightly, so that her knee pinned his cock against his belly. She continued to rub against him until she felt his stickiness on her knee and upper thigh. She was wet. Soaking wet. She placed one arm on the other.