.suckling..suckling..suckling... wet hot kiss on my vagina biting my vagina gently.tugging...me slowly.i lifted to see her perfect glaring at me.my ha...ds found her vagina and tugging her nipple softly, stroking her vagina. Kissed her gently on her vagina. Grazing her vagina with my lips, kissing her nipple softly.tenderly. Caressing her vagina..kissing her between her legs. Pecking her vagina gently stroking her beteeen her legs. Rubbing her softly. Pecking her vagina with soft wet cool kisses. I began to fantasize about what it would feel like in my pussy or even in my asshole…I was getting myself horny and the bastard smelled great too…I knew he was a black man, a very huge one…Then, my skirt was pulled up slowly until it barely covered my cheeks. I soon felt his hard cock he had taken it out of his pants, now was pressing between the crack of my ass. I could feel every vein and the shape of his cockhead like a big mushroom. I wondered if that bastard was going to fuck me right here. We set up our usual two-hour watch rotation and got what rest we could for the rest of the night.The next morning, it was obvious that the women were still in no condition to travel, so we debated what to do. Our solution was for Running Fox to take the paper I had been given by the Colonel and find one of the Army search parties. He should be able to show the note to an Army man and get all of the cooperation we needed.Running Fox left, hoping to find one of the Crow scouts, but he would. Jonathan jumped back slamming the refrigerator door. He ran from the house screaming and crying only to fall off the front steps onto the cement walkway. He sat, crying, his hands covering his face for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he picked himself up, trudged back into the house and called work. When his Bose’s secretary answered the phone, Jonathan said nothing. She asked who was calling again and again but he said nothing. Jonathan hung up. He was confused. Should he tell them.