She brought two bottles of water with her also to stay hydrated and her digital camera. Off she went in her Jeep. Of course with the top down.The da... was going to be great. It was only ten in the morning but it was already eighty degrees. Little beads of sweat formed on her.She was surprised to see a few cars already there. Usually the trail was not utilized so heavily. As she walked the sweat started to pour down her forehead. It was unusually warm this early in the day. She hiked up. I try not to squirm, try to be patient. Finally with one stroke you impale yourself on my entire length. Our hips come forcefully together, the toy seeming to dig even deeper into my core. "Fuck!" I grunt. You grin. We both know I am not going to last long, you decide to go for broke. You bring yourself up until just the tip of my cock is held in your warmth, then whap back down, hilting me inside you. Up, whap , up, whap . Your slow rhythm punctuated by the slap of our hips, your whispered. Each story was greeted with great applause. Mescaleros always wanted to hear about dead Comanches.Once the 11 men had spoken, Swift Horse stood up again and announced that there were two special warriors to be honored that night, and one of them was Lightening Flash. He was invited to describe what he had done during the battle, and he described how I had let him use my Colt. He went on to tell of practically every trigger pull and the result, so his story was quite long, but every dead. They went around the two ponds they had visited the night before, and went over the grassy knolls to the near edges of the swampy area. Before long, the grass gave way to thick brush, and trees, and the land was noticeably softer and wetter. Pam climbed the machine to the top of a small rise, stopped, and killed the engine. The air was alive with the sounds of birds and insects. She reached into a small, flat box, and took out a pistol and a belt, strapping them around her waist. "I NEVER go in.