"Come here bitch, I gotta piss and I want you to drink it all." Stacywhipped around and before she could confirm that she was ready, her mouthwas ful... of cock. She had been trained well to hold completely still andwait for that piss and I could see her start to swallow repeatedly asGerald moaned out, "Yeah, toilet whore, drink my rank, hot piss." Icould tell when he was finished because he started to fuck her throatsavagely. "Yeah slut, take my black dick."Things went into overdrive from. "Ifen ya can't hit the Injun, kill his hoss. That'll discourage 'em as much as anything else, and the Injun will be jus' as dead!"The Indians were now within the 25-yard limit and shooting their arrows. Shiply and his men returned fire with their pistols. The charging Indians were hiding behind their horses as much as possible, assuming that the Whites would no more kill a horse than would an Indian. The result was a number of dead and wounded horses!By the time the Comanches were 10 yards. They smothered their father's partner with attention and demands for attention. Pat took them swimming, helped them eat too much junk food, played games and participated in various races and contests with them. By the end of the day she was exhausted. She helped Mike load everything in his pickup, including two very sleepy girls."Pat?" yawned Carol. "Would you come home with us and finish the story you were telling?" Story?" Mike raised an eyebrow.Pat smiled. "I don't know how we got started on. She seems happier than ever before. Maybe it’s that bath oil. She feels sexier than ever. Her skin seems to shine more. It looks more radiant than it did before she discovered it on the tub. Her favorite part of her body has always been her ass, and looking at it now, she feels that if she were a man, she’d fuck the hell out of it. Her ex-husband seemed to enjoy it. That man would smack it, bite it and kiss it at every opportunity. But that was before the divorce, which is why they are here..