I belonged to Gina. I was whatever she wanted me to be, and I loved my life with her. I couldn’t imagine living any other way. I had known her most ...f my 24 years. She was the c***dhood friend of one of my older sisters, about two years older than my twin sister and me. I was born as the only boy in a family of girls, the identical twin to Sharon. We had two older sisters and one younger one, and my dad ran off with his secretary right after she was born. Sharon and I were only 2 at the time,. “I’m just, I’m just cheap, oh please, James. I can’t help it, I, I like being a slut, I mean, I can’t, I can’t be anything else. That’s what I am,” she panted with her eyes now fixed to the outline of my cock. Glancing down briefly, I saw the large damp patch that circled about my flies. Tiny spasms shot and pulsed through my cock that was, by now, almost certainly engulfed by a steady flow of pre-cum, something that her behaviour always guaranteed. I allowed the end of the crop to drop down. We agreed to share the bed and both made nervous quips about not pushing each other out of the bed during the night. This time the mirrors were not aligned properly to allow for any view of each other. But when I came out of the shower, I let my robe d**** open as I walked around the room. I was certain Mark must have been able to see quick views of my dark hairy pussy, but I never actually made eye contact with him to confirm it. We watched some TV and then turned the lights off and settled. In fact, the mass of the pistol helped to keep its aim as he rode his horse into the melee. He had emptied his first pistol and drawn his second before he had cleared the Indian host.John didn't know how many shots he had fired until he stopped to reload. Eight shots had been fired; he hoped that most, if not all, had done their job. All of the men had gotten through the first charge with no serious wounds, but there were some nicks and scrapes. Everybody reloaded, and they prepared to charge.