“Did you know that that plain is crawling with smallpox?”“Really?”“Yes, no white men or Indians will go near it. The smallpox got up there a... long time ago and wiped out the entire settlement. The Indians keep away from it.”“We’ve been up there, and we were wondering if anyone had a claim to it.”“We know there was a settlement at one time, but no one wants claim to it because of the smallpox.”“So, we could file a homestead for the plain?”“Homestead!? Are you two deaf? The place is crawling with. I pulled my honey bran thighs as far apartas I could get them and let Rob's magic tongue do itsthing. I was so hot! So terribly, terribly hot. "Fuck me,fuck me," my plea was almost too soft to hear but theneed to have a hard cock rammed up inside of me was get-ting too strong to control. "Oh, please, please!" I sob-bed. Ram a cock into me!" My two hot studs were only too willing to oblige.Butch sprawled out on the floor next to me and waved hisdick wickedly. I only needed one invitation. I tore. She had such long and pretty golden blonde hair.Her own chestnut brown hair seemed somewhat inadequate next to Olivia's, although everyone always she was the pepper to Olivia's salt.Stacy was one of those girls that would forever be labeled as cute with her rounded cheeks and button nose and rose-petal lips. Her mother said her brown eyes were very deep and soulful, and when she looked in the mirror, she had to agree, they were one of her best features. One of her only features though, she was. She drew away from me and leaned on the doorjamb. My hands felt oppressively empty without her. As I was musing upon this, she hopped in and closed the door behind her. I helped her back to her bed, this time holding her more tightly. The symphony of moans continued. She seemed to feel comfortable with me, or maybe she wasn’t paying attention to me because of the pain in her ankle. “Thank you,” she said, and pecked me on the cheek before slumping down on her bed. “Let me see your ankle,” I.