He topped a little rise and saw and heard a fight going on around a strange looking wagon. Four Indians, Comanches from the looks of them, were riding...around and around the wagon. Three were shooting arrows and one was shooting a Spencer carbine. Return fire was sporadic and sounded like that coming from a Colt Navy revolver.It appeared to Billy that the Indians could take the wagon any time they wanted to just by charging all at the same time. For some reason, they appeared to be playing with. He wiggled his fingers. He rubbed his thumb along the bottom of my chin.“Mmmm,” he moaned. “You’re beautiful.”He pulled his fingers from my mouth as he used his other hand to pull my finger from my hole. He placed his hand on my shoulder, then traced down my arm to my waist. He rolled me onto my stomach. Both hands now went to my shoulders.I felt his hands shaking as they moved down my back.They glided across my cheeks and onto my thighs. Then, back up to my cheeks. He pulled my cheeks. He claimed to have a nine inch cock and that only added to my overall excitement. We chatted for a while before I finally mentioned anything to Ann. I began to wonder, though, if his cock would be a bit too large for her to handle. My cock was barely average in size and was no way in the same class of his. He also was proud of the fact that he could fuck all night long and that my wife wouldn’t be the same woman when he was done with her. I admit I found chatting with him about my wife to be. By the end of the punishment, my arse was red hot. During my punishment, I had scrambled across the bed as best I could to avoid the contact with her hand and was now on the verge of falling off the opposite side. I was desperate to get away from the pain, and yet, it was surreal and partly pleasurable as well.As I slipped off the bed, Mum climbed back onto it and placed her pussy in front of me.“Now, come back here and lick!” said Mum. ”Get your tongue right up there and lick me,” she.