’ His long dark hair was tied back with a piece of rawhide so it wouldn’t cover his blue eyes. Rafe dressed and using his saddle as a back rest he...relaxed after his meal and bath. Bowie would let him know if anyone or anything came close to the camp. He pulled his Winchester ’73from its scabbard and laid it next to him. The Winchester .44-40 and the Remington were both gifts from his grandfather on his 21st birthday. The pistol had ivory handles and the rifle had his name engraved on the side. He grinned at me, “I love it when you’re right,” he said. “You love me all the time,” I said, giggling, as we kissed hands over our bodies. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Clive opened it but there was no one there. He turned to me and I shrugged my shoulders. He closed the door again. We took our bags up the stairs and placed them in the main bedroom with a king sized bed and a beautiful sea view with a balcony. That night while we lay asleep in bed there was a thunderstorm. Scott turned and quickly peered out the corner of a curtained window, then opened to door to see if both ways on the road were clear of the police car. The man drank in the scantily clad, long-legged beauty holding the white man’s hand.The dog strolled over to Scott, sniffed his left leg, then Jenny’s ankle and sat beside him.“Heinz!” The man warned.Scott felt the dog leaning against his leg and looked down at him. Its bright eyes, with tongue hanging out to one side, looked up at him. He gave. I sat down in front of my laptop and started chatting away.it wasn’t long before I had a queue of guys wanting to talk, I was struggling to keep up. Jumping from one conversation to another, clearly being in the city had its advantages for the amount of guys around. One after another I traded pics back and forth. Then guys started asking to meet me. I was horny as hell, my ass was tingling at the thought of meeting one of these guys. But I was struggling topick which one. I’m always a good slut.