Her gasps increased as I fingered herbreast flesh roughly and finger-fucked her moist and quiveringcunt. I took my mouth from hers and looked down at ...her.She lay panting with her knees splayed outward and my fingers inher cunt. I eased myself up from my knees and sat on the setteebeside her trembling body.“Do you like that Sarah?” I asked. She shuddered.“I am so frightened” she whispered. I slowed down the finger-fuck,still using three fingers but going more. One hundred and fifty years since the death of Hiram B. Heron was hardly the most important of anniversaries, he knew, but at least it was something to promote. And at least Rodwell knew he had come up with the ideal, eye-catching, centre piece to pull in the crowds. Maxine Connor, the museum's curator, probably wouldn't approve, of course.By celebrating Heron, Rodwell knew he would earn some kudos with the College. Heron had been one of its founding fathers, so anything with a Heron. Just before he reached the trees, Storm Who Walks had him dismount and ground hitch the animals. Bobby was instructed to bring his rifle and the two grenades that he had made. He sneaked among the trees and through them he could see a camp made by 5 Comanches. Four were sleeping and one was keeping a half-hearted watch. The guard was sitting near, but not looking into, a small campfire. Storm Who Walks told Bobby to leave his rifle where he was; he could come back for it when he needed it.. "I want to do it." Jordan sang. "The way Mike explained it it sounds really hot and dirty."The gangbang went well on Saturday with all 12 showing up and giving Jordan a good pounding. She mentioned to them about the xxx cinema and a few had already been there."Whats it like?" Jordan asked."Dark and dirty - really really dirty ." One of them said. "Sleazy" said another."A lot of dirty old men there too. They watch the porno or chicks being fucked" said another."Why do you guys go there then?".