The others were scrambling to find better cover when Eli shot the next Mexican soldier in his neck.Eli watched as the last four Federâles ran toward ...heir horses. He decided to let them go, when they turned south.Just as he stood to watch them leave, he heard two shots ring out from below. He looked toward the four Mexican riders and there were only two left. As they raced south, leaning over the necks of their horses, Eli watched as those two fell to the dust when two more shots rang out from. The Worthingthorpe lighthouse stood on a high cliff above marshes. The sea never came there now, for big dykes had been erected to keep it out. The three former lighthouse keepers inhabited the cottages alongside it at a peppercorn rent and eked out an existence on their pensions and money gifts from tourists.It was a pleasant sunny afternoon and we lingered. When I asked our guide if we might see the interior of his cottage he was quite amenable. It was a charming and neat little place with. I started to kiss and lick his thigh and explore with my lips. As I reached his balls I felt hands on my balls slowly rubbing, jerking my cock every now and then, and just as I started kissing and sucking the balls infront of me I felt warm oil being poured on my ass crack. I moved up the balls with my lips and found the shaft of his cock and as I worked my way towards the head I felt something sliding up and down my ass crack. It would pause at my ass hole and slide in alittle and the back. Stan showed up wearing old tan cotton pants and old leather work boots. He did have on a bright white t-shirt.Now Stan is a tall guy and you can see he had no fat on his body. He is so dark I would lose him in the night if he did not smile.Once Donna saw him she fixed him breakfast. After eating I told Stan to go with my wife in the tent and let her pick a shirt out for him. I also told him he would have to ditch the t-shirt.“You want me to go in the tent with your wife and remove my t-shirt?”.