Sometimes the old men of the tribe told stories that had been passed down, of the days when the range was all open and bison roamed freely across the ...and in great herds. Men prided themselves on their hunting prowess and on the wild ponies they could capture and train. Those days were long gone now but the People had adjusted to modern times.Logan liked ranching. He loved being outdoors no matter what the weather was. He had an older brother named Raven who went off to college. Raven never. She drank it down, and slid her lips back and forth along the edge of his glans between each spurt, driving him close to painful stimulation but never reaching it. Perfect for encouraging his groans, his twitching, and milking every last drop of cum from his length.She sat up, adjusted her hair, wiped her lips with a finger, and kissed her love on the cheek.“Far be it from me to tempt you with tales of sex with the kine, and then leave you aroused, surrounded by kine.” She pat her finger on his. I hope this doesn’t have to become a regular thing,” Tim informs Abbie.Abbie never took so long to finish her drink as the one before her now. Tim goes back to the general conversation they were having during dinner. Abbie even gets him to laugh a little over one of her stories. She is able to string it out for an hour, the whole time thinking about what is ahead for her. Unless Tim, having a good time now decides they should stay and not deal with Monday’s issue.But no, as soon as she. Now go back to bed. We have to be up early." Jack got up and left her there. His cock felt numb from her pussy grinding him. He felt very strange. When he laid down he fell asleep quickly from exhaustion. The next morning Bettie nudged his shoulder. "Jackie? Jackie? Time to wake up." His eyes opened and the first thing he noticed was the smell of her perfume. It reminded him of her pussy pumping on his hard cock. He was rock hard. "I brought you coffee." Jack sat up against the headboard..