I wasn't completely hard, but at least I wasn't' turtled either. Tommy, on the other hand, was clearly excited, his cock hard and pointing up.I looked...him up and down, relishing being able to openly look at anther man's junk. As I stepped closer to him, I noticed that his knees looked a little shaky, and that his hands were trembling slightly. I looked him in the eyes and, gesturing towards his dick, asked "May I?" Of course," he answered, his voice quiet and hoarse with passion. I reached over. As soon as I got close enough, I fired one barrel of my 10-gauge sawed-off shotgun at the closest Indian. Of course, by being mounted on a running horse, I did not have a very steady aiming point, and that was why the sawed-off shotgun was such a valuable weapon.As best I could, I aimed at the waist of the Comanche and fired the left barrel. Some of the buckshot hit the Indian and some hit the horse. I have no idea if any of the hits on the man were fatal, but they were enough to make him loose. Mimi repeated the process on Margret’s right, then used a warm towel to wipe away all the remaining soap and hairs. Mimi then moved to the other end of the table and had Margret bend her knees so that the soles of her feet rested on the table. Again Mimi worked quickly and efficiently, lathering, shaving and speaking Margret’s calves in quick succession. She moved slower and more carefully as she removed the fine hairs from Margret’s thighs.When she was done with Margret’s legs, Mimi asked,. "Would you like me to come with you?" asked James.Dan smiled and shook his head. "I'd prefer to be alone if you don't mind."James nodded understandingly."Come on, my love," he said to Molly. "I could do with a drink after that little hoo-ha."Dan had no constructive thoughts on his walk. He was just deeply saddened that an argument about Gina's taste had gone so badly wrong. He did wonder if it was all about a fifteen year-old trying to be grown-up and being shown the error of her ways.That was.