She opened the door and noticed he was sound asleep.“I can tell you that Brad is hung like his Dad, want to see his cock?” She smiled, entering hi... room.Wendy didn’t know what to say as Karen gently pulled back his bedsheets, revealing his body in his sleeping pants and T-shirt. She gently untied the string that holds up his pants and undid the button. She folded the pants open, revealing Brad’s semi-hard cock.“Six inches long when hard, just like Dan’s except not as thick,” Karen. My plan to help the people and tame the local gold rush put me firmly in the Indian camp, and for the first time I could remember, I was truly proud of my Indian heritage and could put aside the memories of the teasing and bigotry I had experienced growing up. ‘Yessir! Follow me!’ I picked the pace up to a canter and led my party toward the pocket of gold. It wasn’t really very far. In my time there were indications that it had been worked a bit, but never seriously. The physical evidence also. As I pulled away, he started to close up his pants, but instead of retreating to my seat, I moved upward and kissed him. Just enough to see the shock on his face and have him realize that I saved some of his cum to push into his mouth. His shock quickly turned to a glaze-eyed lust, and he leaned toward me to kiss me more. I said, “No. That is all. We don’t talk now. We don’t exchange numbers, and we never expect to see each other again. And if we do, don’t fool yourself into thinking that. Dan saw him come in, but was working out on the bags at the time. Forty-five minutes later, Dan was sitting at the juice bar, impatiently waiting for Caddy to join him. When Caddy slipped into the seat next to him, he smiled at Dan and said, "I'll just bet you've been chewing your nails, waiting for me, haven't you?"Dan just looked at him and Caddy held up his hands, 'Ok ok, it was cruel of me to work out first. But you know all about that. Ok. So here's the deal. The script is good. There are.