Man, was she ever wet!She smiled at me and asked if she could do whatever she wanted."Yeah babe, go for it, I won't be mad!" I assured her.We heard th... old guy coming back so I quickly moved away.He had a big smile on his face as he knelt down again, I could see that he had a few beads of sweat on his forehead.She was acting really drunk now and her legs had fallen apart so that he had a clear view of how wet her pussy was."I'm sorry," she said, "I really shouldn't have drunk so much at. I had the sense that the Indians that came into contact with me knew I was not of this plane of existence. At least, they didn’t think I had some sort of white man agenda that included genocide or improvised deportation from their own country of origin.I remember I had mixed feelings about the Custer massacre because my head was with the Seventh Cavalry and all those troopers with second-rate rifles and at the same time my gut was with the brave warriors saddened over the loss of their hunting. They bent down behind her and spread her legs. They spread the cheeks of her ass apart obscenely. They explored her pussy and her ass, making one crude joke after another. They were pretty rough with her but they didn't seem like they were doing anything that would damage her.They violated her that way for quite a while. They didn't seem to be in a hurry. But finally they stood up and took turns fucking her.They tried at first to fuck her at both ends. One of them worked some saliva up into her. I still had not touched him with my hands.He arched his waist as I continued to lick around his hard shaft. The briefs were now wet with my saliva. He rotated his slim waist and I continued to suck and lick all around his dick and the bikini line. His moans were soft and urgent. I then put my palms on his firm naked thighs and caressed his legs from the calves to his buns. The smell of the white buds was now mingled with his precum scent. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into my mouth.As I.