We both were wild with lust. I just moved back a little so that I could lean back a little on to the near by tree, but all along he did not let my dic... out of his mouth. He kept moving forward with me as if my cock was his life support. I was mumbling all sorts dirty words like baaga cheeku ( suck me more), lopaliki ( deeper), lavada rasalu kaaraali ( my dick should drip juices), abba em cheeku thunnavura ( you are a great sucker ), cheekura langodaka ( suck me deep you bastard). And with my. When they got as close as John thought was necessary, he ordered his men to halt. "READY... AIM... FIRE!" Seven Comanche horses and their riders fell. "PISTOLS AT THE READY... CHARGE!"John had time to think that they could use a bugler to complete the picture before he fired his first shot. Damn, he missed his first shot, but he hit an Indian, instead! It was funny, but the weight of his Dragoon pistol didn't worry him in a fight like this—he never noticed it with his adrenalin pumping through. “Damn!” I screamed.“Fuck!”“I love this dick!” When Justin grew tired he bent down so I could stand up on my own. My juices covered his dick, my inner thighs, and my pussy. I got into doggy style position on the couch while Justin took a thirty-second break. His body glistened with sweat. “What you think about Justin so far?” the camera-man asked me. “All I can say is that he’s dynamic.” I smiled into the camera.He laughed and moved the camera so he could get a good shot of my naked wet. I laughed, "yes, all men, accept mine" I remarked back. Cali turned over, almost staring at me, "You want to bet?", she challenged.I smiled softly and accepted her challenge.We must have fell asleep because the next thing I remember my hubby (Tony) was home questioning about our lunch date. I smiled up at Tony, Yes honey we had a little too much to drink and came here to recouperate. I glanced over at Cali, she was snuggled close to me, still sound asleep. Tony looked at the two of us, "Yes I.