“Of course, baby! I want you to cum in my pussy and in my mouth, and eventually in my ass. And with your cock squeezed between my tits. I’m a very... horny woman, Neal, and I’ve wanted my own horny teenage boy to fornicate with for years. Now I’ve got you. And if you’ll do me a big favor, Neal, I’ll do you a big favor.” “A favor?” “Yes. My favor to you is that I will be your whore, Neal. And it won’t cost you a penny. I’ll teach you how to fuck in a dozen different positions. I’ll suck your cock.. What did he have in mind? Did he plan his own private ambush with a knife attack? This seemed the only logical conclusion when she found him heading directly for the dense brush. She might have some problem countering a knife attack in the brush, but she figured that she didn't have much real choice if she was going to kill this Indian.Abigail crouched low as she made for the brush. She held her Navy Colt in her hand, the hammer at full cock, and her finger on the trigger. This was a dangerous. That was certainly quite enough skin to stir my fantasies of her for masturbation sessions. Now we smoked a bowl, passing the pipe. She declared it primo (the cleaning always helps that of course) and wanted another bowl before taking a shower. She said that she loved to be high and wet, any kind of wet. Including, as she put it looking me directly in the eyes, 'where my dirty young mind was thinking about’! She smirked and held the smoke in. Finally, Susie blew her last toke into my. ..shit…it can`t have gone off… she poked hubby Dave in the ribs “you great useless waste of space, you forgot to set the alarm!” she shouted leaping out of the big old bed. Dave grinned, watching her silently as she grabbed underclothes from the chest of drawers… she was a picture naked silhouetted against that harsh sunlight, Pert breasts, not overly huge, but handleable, tall shapely body, nice bum! It was a picture the big man never tired of, his own wife naked! He waited watching her,.