Passionately.I pushed him away and tried my best to pretend that I was not afraid.He stood there staring at me with a hurt look on his face as if I ha... just shot him. His handsome features much more mature than it looked at the funeral, but that same look of pain. A tear fell down his right cheek and absorbed into the peach fuzz facial hair.Beebee whimpered and he knelt down to pet her as she stopped and looked up at him. He took one more look at me with that hurt face and turned to take her. He was white, about 6 feet even, and bulky in a muscular way. I was stunned at how much stronger he was than my Bulls, Kareem and Cyrus. He carried an automatic and some kind of machine gun, as well as a field knife and a machete. He also had a blowtorch and several cutting instruments. He was totally clean-shaven, too. He had a tattoo on his neck that said the word or letters, ?MAGE?, whatever that means. He wore a prison jumpsuit, but I got the impression that he had escaped a while ago. Just. With the whiskey and the letdown from the tension of our arrival it soon became pretty raucous as the girls were up, dancing and twirling, a little unsteady, around the room while I was sprawled on one of the lounges. Sandra came over to me, leaned down, gave me a kiss on the forehead and whispered “Horse, you are a gem and you really are a gentleman. You've taken care of us like nobody ever has. You've made our trip here an adventure I'll never forget and our arrival grander than we ever. She starts going faster, then gives me the towel and tells me to "quick put it under my ass , I'm gonna cum " She arcs her back lifting her ass and I put the towel under there and she lets out an "awwwww Im cuming ! " and a Clear liquid comes flowing out and she lets out a few more grunts then stops. watching this has given me another hard on. I told her this (hoping she would want me to fuck her) she didn't but asked if I wanted to jerk off on her again. I started stoking myself again. when.