Uma boudi ke lomba ar slow thap e joaryu te guto diye chudechhilam. Ankitar belay se poth e gelam na. Druto thap suru korlam. Amar bara ta ektu beshi ...mota. Ankitar tight gude dhoka ar beronor shomoy friction anek beshi hochhe. Ar bar bar or clit ta amar tolpete ghose jachhe. Ami birotihin thap dichhi or gude. Thap er jor ato beshi je or mai 2to chitke lafiye uthchhe ar upor niche dulchhe.Achomka ei rokom gayer jore thap kheye ankitar fusfus batash er ovab bodh korlo… Mukh khule haa kore sansh. I was in the process of giving my horse some water when another rider came up. He was a young man, an Indian, but he looked peaceable enough. He was armed with a carbine and a large knife, but made no move toward either.I greeted him and asked who he was."Hello, Mat Sullivan, I am Two-Horses, from the Apache reservation up north of here."I offered to share my camp and invited him for lunch. He accepted and while we were eating we talked about out current activities. I told him that I was a. That was Steven's cue. He took my hand and led me to his room and closed the door.We tore each other's clothes off. And kissed. Hard. He laid me down and kissed my tits. His BBC slid in my wet pussy. I moaned. Loud. Knowing his roommate would hear turned me on. Steven fucked me like he loved me. He held me lovingly like I was his girlfriend. It felt nice. It felt warm. His dick felt right. He was gentle but I needed rough.I heard his friend moan from the living room. So I told him to invite his. As I squatted down next to this small hole in the ground only about two inches in dia John as he said his name was squatted next to me,I leant forward slightly and pushed my hand down the hole something touched my ass and slowly moved down to my balls which were easily accessible due to my position. Quickly I pulled my hand out of the hole and looked around at John who looked back at me with those bright blue eyes and said could you not reach them. Did I imagine the feeling of a hand on my ass.