Now, I was stunned at the honor that had been heaped upon me. Dammit, I might well be the first White Man ever to have two Mescalero names. I stood an... thanked Swift Horse as best I could in my halting Spanish, but I was apparently clear enough that everybody could understand what I was trying to say. I think that I earned a lot of female admirers that night, as did Deadly Shooter.After the meal, and while we were still sober enough to do it, I insisted that Deadly Shooter join me in cleaning. With her eyes fixed on Steve’s, she wrapped her hand around his cock and lowered her head. As her lips reached the tip she hesitated and then started to flick her tongue in circles around the head, knowing he wanted more. He was pushing himself up to her mouth but every time he did she pulled back, making him wait a little longer. Then when she couldn’t wait no more she slid him deep inside her mouth. Taking as much as possible, making her almost gag. In and out slowly at first, then gradually. He was very pleased the course designers had allowed for this small practice green in the corner of the driving range. With the first bucket Dave had practiced bad lies with the balls located in the flat bottom part of the trap, then with bad uphill lies and finally with bad downhill lies. He had pushed the balls into the sand making them look like fried eggs with only half of the balls above the level of the sand. These shots required a hard accurate swing. With the second bucket he practiced. He noticed her slickness as she mounted his erection. Her tits in his face and the pleasure on his cock soon pushed that thought out of his mind.They were busy doing things together all day, including slipping away to the shelter or Todd’s tent every now and then. After supper Cora asked, “Can I spend the night with you?” When he agreed she said, “Let’s go get my stuff,” and he followed her to her campsite.Her two companions were sitting outside the tent drinking beer as she approached. With no.