Her tits were perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. 'Do you like what you see, Sir?''Oh my God, yes! I would love to see your pussy. Can I see it?'Wit...out hesitation she climbed on to the massage table, put her legs on my arms so I could hardly move and put her pussy in my face. It was a beautiful little pussy with big lips for her size that were slightly hanging down. The view was even better with her skirt still on.I tried, I really tried, harder than I have ever tried before, but with that. Her boss quickly agreed that Vickie could bring her disks to work and print her stories on the office computer/printer. Anyone who read the words that came from her fingertips, knew that Vickie was good. Very good. She tried once to find a publisher for her romance novels and other works but failed in her attempt to find either a publisher or an agent willing to represent her. It was just a consuming hobby. ************************************************** John, too, had one love. A 1966. He tucked his hands under each of Andrea's knees and pulled them back until they were either side of her tummy, stretching her wet pussy wide apart then he pushed his dick gently at first, but more firmly as her lips stretched to his girth. He slowly eased himself right inside her stretched pussy until every last inch of his nine inches was right inside."Oh my God, my God," moaned Andrea as she could feel every bit of his erection, and as soon as he started to move out again the feelings of. Unbalanced, Jesse fell onto his side, but with the presence of mind to fire two rounds at the Indian. One round went into the body, the other squarely into the side of the Indian's skull.The sudden quiet that descended upon the entire camp was unnerving.After a minute or two, Ned or Jed, called out, "Jesse! Are you ok?"Jesse, still in relative cover, didn't answer for fear of giving more evidence of his location to the hostiles. Five minutes passed, then ten.Jesse then called out in a low.