I was now carrying a total of 15 bullets in conveniently reached holsters, so I felt that I was covered for all foreseeable occasions. I still carried...my bowie knife and my Arkansas Frog Sticker for those really rare occasions when a gun was not appropriate.Jeff and I decided to swing south, now that it was beginning to cool off for winter. Actually, it was not the temperature so much as the wind that pushed me south. I got tired of that cutting wind real fast. I wanted to head home, and Jeff. So I knew I had to do it. The guy was maybe 50,and i'd never normally choose to do this with him, but I wasn't doing itfor him.As it turned out, the guy was hot. He controlled the blowjob,intermittently letting me suck a while, then forcing his dick deep andfucking my face. His hands were all on my face and neck throughout, and Iknew I was being used by a master.Seeing this show obviously did for the others. After the German guy heldmy face down and spurted his jizz deep in my throat, I. Bruce was now fucking me like a jackhammer, his trusts were harder and deeper each time, he was even trying to climb on my back with his hind legs so he could bury himself into me as much as possible. I tried to keep calm as he was pounding me with his cock and it was suddenly and rapidly growing a lot bigger and thicker while he thrust inside me I could also feel a really hard thick lump banging up against my pussy lips as he pushed. (I found out later that this is called his 'knot'.)I soon. Then I felt her tongue and lips wrap round the head of my cock. It felt like heaven as she sucked it up and down. Looking down I could see my cock deep in her mouth as her hands gently squeezed my balls. I knew If I let myself I could cum at any moment, but I wanted to wait. I needed to feel myself inside her. Pat gazed up at me with her old face and eyes, my cock still deep in her throat. Pat let me take you, I want to feel me inside you baby I said. Can you take it slow she said. I haven't.