I had not included the barn when I planned for an Indian attack. Well, maybe I could be forgiven for the oversight, because we did not experience a re...gular Indian attack. Some young buck got a monumental inspiration and decided to steal our stock. He sneaked in at night and stole our mules and two horses.He could expect a big reception when he got back to camp because the Indians loved mule meat! He would undoubtedly receive a coup feather for the accomplishment, and he might even pick up a. Fact, you can torture poor old Simon if you want. We both can but mainly you, I'm thinking. I'll cocktease him and all ... which IS a kind of torture, let's face it ... and you can come up with a few other fiendish ways to make him suffer." Will you do that for me, sweetheart? I really want you to," she smiled."Fuck yeah, Carla babe! Fuck yeah. I'm your man for that," exclaimed Mike."Thought you'd like the idea, baby," said Carla."And I'll watch" she grinned. "Because that will really turn me. This is when people hang themselves while beating off in search of a light headed powerful orgasm in which many people have died including celebrities. We can fool our brain into this without the risk. Have you ever blew up a balloon very fast and then got very light headed or woozy? Have your man sit in an easily movable chair with room behind it. Have him hold a few deflated balloons in his hand. He needs to have his pants all the way off with his legs spread very wide. While you are sucking. Shouting voices, heated and angry. Kimmy was sitting on the steps outside leading to the front door, looking up dully at the sky, her eyes bleary and bloodshot. Her dark hair was braided into pigtails, as usual, and she wore a supertight black denim miniskirt – not quite as short and revealing as Emily’s shorts, but darn close. From the way she was sitting on the steps, Emily could also tell that Kimmy was wearing a cute pair of tiny pink thong panties. Kimmy was also wearing a bright pink.