Feathering my fingernails from my pussy to my breasts, I squeezed, enjoying sweet pain.With a small sound, the cooling breeze of the central air wafte... through the room, and I smelled the mushroomed scent of my womanhood. Leaning back, I spread my legs, easily sliding the middle finger deep inside my pussy. I stroked for a few seconds, and then lifted the finger to my mouth, savoring my juice and wishing it was Laura's. Tickling my tongue with my finger, I sensed an orgasm with my touch—a touch. Your thumbs flick over the nipples. I moan low in my throat as my back arches, pushing my breasts farther into your hands. You press them together and your tongue finds the sensitive valley between them as your fingers continue to tease the nipples. I place my hands behind your head and guide you to the peaks, silently pleading for your mouth. You lave the right one with your tongue and I can feel the fire shoot down to the center of my femininity. My fingers curl into your hair as the flame. I moved toward the direction of the scream to see what was going on and saw three Indian Braves teasing a squaw they had caught swimming in the river. She was naked and she was also very beautiful. I could see that she was trying to get away from the Braves. One had roped her left wrist preventing her from swimming away across the river or down stream. The squaw looked to be in her teens and very frightened. I could not tell what tribe she was from since she was naked.The Braves were Crow,. 'I've got a surprise for you.' The room wasn't big. Maybe three meters by three meters. Painted eggshell white with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey's arm and led her to the large window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft seat, he said, but most people preferred the window seat; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl's skin was. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the arena. Her.