Oh God! What an eye feast :)She came and sat in front of me, kept her leg on another leg and started talking. I did not hear anything she was talking,...since my eyes were totally on her melons and I could feel my mouth watering. My dick is leaking slightly the water of sperm liquid. She noticed me staring at her balls. She called my name twice, then I came to senses and said yes yes. I just managed the talk even though I did not get anything she told. I was that involved virtually fucking her by. I opened my mouth and cleaned his fingers off my cum.He patted lightly on my cheek and said," Bahut ache, tu toh saala chat gaya poora. Lagta hain roj leta hoga apna? kyun chutiye?"I sat there dumbfounded, still trying to sink everything in.I had never eaten my cum, justed tasted it a little, so this was new to me.I was bout to say something when the lights came up, during the interval.I looked at the guy sitting next to me, he was not that bad looking, in is late forties maybe, totally well. " I grabbed him once again, pulling him onto mylap as I sat on the bed."What are you doing?" He cried out, legs flailing wildly and red-faced,"let me up!" This is what happens to naughty little boys," I replied, calmer now,that little feeling of excitement stirring inside in spite of my rage. Ihit him ten times on the back of his jeans, each time illiciting alittle yelp of pain from my thoroughly emasculated brother. By the endhe'd stopped thrashing around, and lay limply across my lap. I moved. I also rigged a holster for one of the .45 pistols in the foot of her wagon. I took over the 12 gauge, and put Fred's 10 gauge and the .50 behind the seat of my wagon.Naomi took to riding the good gelding scouting, and managed to keep us in small game most days. We were trailing westward near the Arkansas State line (I thought). Before he was killed, Fred had sold me on looking at Colorado as a place to settle and farm. He had mapped out a trail that he thought was a good way to go, so we were.