While in the bath, I had finished the rest of the wine in the bottle. Feeling horny, I began to stroke my cock. I put my feet on the edges of the tub ...to spread my legs wider. I had one hand stoking my now hard fuck tool and I was sucking my fingers on my free hand. I wet the middle finger and slowly placed the tip of the middle finger at the opening of my tiny little butt hole. I slowly made circles around my asshole and began arching my back. I was stroking my cock harder as I wet my finger. “Not quite as tight this time are we!” he mused as his long finger slid in and out of me.“Are you sure you’ve the energy?” I asked him taking his chin into my hands and kissing him squarely on the lips.“Is nothing sacred now-a-days?” He grinned“What’s the good news that your bringing tonight then, Judy was full of it when she got home!”“Well if you already know why ask!” He smiled.“That’s just it she wouldn’t say?”“I’ll tell you later, firstly lets have these panties off! I’ve been thinking of. The Gatling gun was an interesting case study for a military historian in this battle. It was murderously effective for the first few minutes of the battle as the Indians rode into range, but they soon learned how far to stay away to be outside the effective range of the gun. After that, the Gatling gun did not kill many attackers, but it certainly kept them away from the gate. Therefore, despite its relatively small number of kills, the Gatling gun was completely effective in its primary. I was wet in anticipation, thinking about those black guys and then I told her it was not so bad idea. I moved close to her and Helena grabbed my pussy lips between her long fingers and she caressed my clit just to start.Then she fingered me furiously, as she sucked my hardened nipples.Helena finally made me cum and she laughed saying those niggers would not treat me as well as she usually did. I kissed her and moved out from the bed to choose a sexy outfit for my black sex date…I picked up a.