Randy and Karen were both pretty fluent in Spanish now.They continued for several hours, slowly getting thru the muddy and washed out paths and road. ...hey ate lunch at a shady spot by a spring that was coming out of a small pipe locals used for their water supply. Finally, in the early afternoon, they arrived at the bridge or, actually, where the bridge used to be. They learned that it had washed out just a week or so ago. The only way across was by hanging onto a rope and wading the swift. I had never seen anything that looked so mean and nasty. The shaft of his cock was like a spaghetti junction of thick veins. The balls looked like two heavy stones, weighing down the wrinkly sack in which they rested.“Open your legs, you little cock-tease,” he demanded, as he clambered between my parted feet and placed his hands on the inside of my thighs and gently pulled them apart. He then gazed down at the slit between my legs. He reached for it and spread my pussy cleft apart with his. As I come up and unbutton my pants , the aftertaste of her partly unwashed ass is still prevalent. She prceeds to taste herself as we kiss again briefly before its her turn to head south. Her lips wrap around my rock hard penis with gusto. As if sucking on a lollipop,i can hear her humming "mmm". Moving back and forth between my cock and balls I am in utter ectasy. She licks up and down my taint towards my asshole and flips me over onto all fours. From behind she proceeds to shove her tongue. He still hated them for the death of his friend Bob Hastings, but it was no longer like an acid eating at his gut. He admitted to himself that the only reason he hunted bushwhackers now was out of habit and a need for something to do. Hell, here it was 1859 and he was 22 years old. He was approaching middle age (at least, in his estimate), and it was time to accept his responsibilities.That still left the question of what to do with the rest of his life. Billy had the good sense not to stew.