My hands running up and down your back, and occasionally giving you a light smack on your ass. By now your taking me to the back of your throat again... and again. Slow, and then fast. The slow strokes involve your tongue stroking the underside of my throbbing shaft. While your nose is pressed against my belly I trickle a little bit of baby oil over your back and begin to rub it in. Running my hand down your back and letting my middle finger rest between your cheeks, I lightly stroke the opening. If they could split the other side with such lies then there was no need to risk getting ventilated in some chaotic gunfight where the outcome was never a sure thing.The cook’s wagon was surrounded with the Cochise band because they had empty bellies without the rations that the troopers carried with them in their saddlebags. The troopers were loath to share with the warriors because of understandable hard feeling after the debacle at the Little Big Horn. The General who was no longer a General. Mina kept watching the way it bobbed and swayed. His thick, round dome was wet with ooze, seemingly as wet as her hungering pussy. “It was just this guy I did some work for out west,” she finally said. “He gave me some money. Wanted to just sit and watch me and my friend I had out there. This girl I…my roommate, I guess.” He gave another of those silent, understanding nods. “Come closer. Take off my shorts.” Mina’s heart nearly jumped out of her heaving chest. It seemed like it took forever. He wasn’t complaining, but was also a bit stunned. He didn’t know what to say or do, but he was enjoying every second! She then knelt down behind him, resting her head on his leg and began to untie each shoe, pulling them off one after the other, followed by his socks. Slowly she rose back up, running her hands along each leg up to the waist of his belt, then slowly back down again this time pulling his pants down and off. Slowly she rose again, and again running her hands up his now bare legs.