The Indian wasn't much one for the use of firearms and he knew the ludicrous nature of confronting rifle-toting white men with a bow and an arrow. Any... yahoo who came within knife-throwing range was in big trouble if the Indian felt he was in danger. His squaw was long dead, shot by a trooper just for target practice. His three sons would have been in their twenties now except for the fact they were hunted down and executed for jumping the reservation and joining a band of marauders led astray. Then side to side while fingering her asshole.Then she grabbed her nipples and rubbed them. Then held her boobs squeezed it like she never squeezed anything before. Then sucked on it and played with it. "Ok let's do 69". "Sure bestie". Cherrymaes pussy sat on Kyaras lips then she sucked her pussy. Her lips went faster and faster until she came on Kyara's face. Kyara got Cherrymaes red didlo and stuck it up her ass.They came, all worn out on the bed. "I belive it's my turn for a special fuck". " And she picked up the newspaper, which was open to a review of last night's opening. She shoved it at us and covered her eyes.I grinned at the headline: "St. John shines in Traviata." Oh, and hadn't she just! And I kept staring at it until Camilla abruptly yelled "Shit!"I looked at her in surprise, and then followed her finger pointing to the third or fourth paragraph. And saw that it started off: "Baritone Marko Fabuliis lived up to his name with an utterly fabulous turn as..." I stopped. ”“There must be a way.”I shrugged, “If there’s anything history has taught us, it’s that the unthinkable will happen. All it takes is the right person to do it.”She narrowed her eyes. “And you think I’m that person?”“I have no idea,” I smiled earnestly at her, “but I want to find out.”She actually smiled back, and I felt bad. Not because I was going to betray her, but because it was so easy for me to do it. She must’ve known at some level that there was no way she was getting out of this alive,.