The Pack was equated with survival. Survival as individuals, and survival of the species. It was this socialization that turned canines into such succ...ssful predators, able to survive by working together to not just provide food, but to defend one another, to defend the pack. Nothing was more important than protection of the Pack, yet without the individual members there was no Pack. Tramp would not hesitate to throw himself against impossible odds to protect the pack. Technically it wasn't. They all had Spencer carbines, so this looked like it could turn into a serious fight. The bandit that had fallen off his horse had been shot as soon as he tried to stand up, so there were only 3 bandits to be concerned about. The three lawmen also dashed for some trees and pulled their Henry rifles as they dismounted. The woman was safely out of the way, so now the situation settled into a serious 3-on-3 confrontation.Initially, both sides fired their rifles at each other, but there were no. Just like the week before in his bedroom, he was walking away. Riley? Riley! Scrambling to my feet, I took a few steps after him. Just… I… I dont know…. I need some time. Riley! He did not turn around, but walked quickly toward his car at the side of the beach. If my pulse slowed for even a moment, it may have allowed my heart to sink in my chest, but it simply beat frantically and unsteady. I couldnt move, even to chase him. His car door slammed, headlights scanning over the sand as he pulled. Danny stroked her legs gently, whispering encouragement as Carol started to give what I assumed would be her first blowjob. I sat on my dressing table chair and pulled the sheer stockings up my legs watching Carol slide her mouth up and down Danny’s cock. She was only sucking the first couple of inches to start with but as I watched she began to take more of Danny’s length into her mouth. I joined them on the bed again, sitting on the other side of Danny’s body and caressing his balls. I moved.