Rapidly rubbing and bumping her palm against her clit, sending hot ripples of pleasure through her, as she feels the throbbing of my hard pre-cum mois...tened cock gliding within her other hand. I slid my hand from your breast and grasp a handfull of her hair to expose her shoulders and neck to my lips. Leaning down I kiss along her neck while I was slowly stroking my finger in her ass, then pressing my lips against her ear and whispering Mmm, your ass is sooo hot..I want to fuck your ass…do you. She walked to the water's edge, pausing for a second to remove her bikini, and then with barely a ripple, she walked into the water. From my vantage point in the bushes I watched as she swam. Occasionally, she would roll over exposing her breasts to the night.When she had swum enough, she walked through the shallows. Her body looked like pure silver in the moonlight. I swung the camera around to capture her graceful image. She had a body made for total pleasure. Her breasts, although large were. By this time, Quanah Parker, son of a Nocona Comanche chief and Cynthia Parker, a white girl raised as Comanche from her capture as a nine-year old in 1836, had established himself as one of the foremost Comanche chiefs. Quanah had grown up with the Kwahadie Comanche, living along the edge of the Llano Estacado or Staked Plains. Their chief occupation was fighting the hated whites, at least when not raiding in Mexico.A number of bands joined with Quanah in what became the final conflict between. Their mouths melted together, each hot and needing of the other, lips moving in unison as their tongues frantically tried to explore the other’s. She bit his bottom lip and he sighed into her mouth, his breath tasting sweet on her tongue. He sucked on her lip in response and she began to become putty in his hands. She felt his hands begin to rub her back and shoulders as their kiss deepened, sending waves of heat through her. She was fairly certain he could feel her wetness through her skimpy.