I was getting my fingers soaking wet as she was gasping, shaking and making panting noises. I kept going. I sucked on her nipples for quite a while an... kept going lower.I was kissing her stomach. Goddamn, what a cute fucking stomach. A bit bigger, but Jesus, I could not stop kissing. And then I moved lower. She had her legs parted just a bit, so I gently pushed them aside. She laid there on her back. I stared between her legs at that sandy brown/blonde patch of pubic hair. And without a word, I. He was ready to leave, but decided to wait and watch a little more. He knew that there would be many captives out of this train. He even made a few choices for himself. When they were ready to start down the back side of the mountain Fighting Hawk used their distracted attention to calmly walk over the peak and on to the waiting Cheyenne.Gray Eagle looked concerned that he had not returned before now. He shrugged and said that he was having fun and it was not a real concern, as they were stupid. Long after the sense of satisfaction and the mellow comfort of fullness was gone, our mouths retained the flavor memory of our meal.“Did you have enough to eat?” I burped, patted my midsection, and smiled. My belly was at maximum density.“Not another bite, I’m stuffed.” She inched closer and laid her head on my shoulder, the bill of her cap obscured her face.“Care for some tea and an after-dinner joint?”My stash of Liberty Mountain weed was enough to give a decent buzz to two bored and stranded. Unable to hold back, he began to cum, spurting wave after wave of thick spunk into the panties with a barely suppressed groan. As he finished, he looked down at what he had done. The panties were dripping with thick white cum, there was no way that he would be able to sneak them back into the basket without his mother noticing when she came to wash them. Hurriedly, he hurled on the floor near his bed, pulled on his shorts and poked his head out of his bedroom door.His mother was out of the.