It was late spring, warm enough for skimpy clothes, pheromones, fumes of cheap weed and the smell of volatile solvents for even cheaper deodorant spra...ys saturating the air, natural instincts kicking in and screw me if she wasn’t the curviest girl I had ever laid my greedy eyes upon. Breasts comically stretching the strategically placed flamboyant band logo on her ‘one size fits all’ t-shirt, hips that would have made the ladies in a Rubens painting swoon from jealousy, naturally curly. It’s still squirting out ... its all over the seat John ... John!”“Yes he cums a lot Ploy, just stroke his head and let him calm down. I can wipe the seat down later. Listen Ploy, we’re nearly home now so can you keep your head down until I park the car at the garages.”Ploy lays down as we pull get close to the house. Once the car is in the garage I let her and Rex out.“So are you OK to walk home Ploy?”“Yes, of course, I still feel all warm and fuzzy and your oranangde is really nice. When do. My cousins licking my arsehole and i'm enjoying it. Then i feel him spitting on it.. at first i thought it was gross and thought he was playing a game, but then it started to feel nice as his hot saliva trickled down the back of my leg. Then something happened that i never thought was possible at that age. He began pushing his cock in to my arsehole. I clenched my arse cheeks tight together and he got mad at me. "Relax you dick head i'm going to fuck your arsehole and your going to love it". I. Our grass was sweet. Unlike the paintings of the white artists our grass grew tall and dried on the stem. It took a hundred acres to feed one cow ... but there were millions of acres and just a few cows ... at first. Timber was sparse on the plains but our Sacred hills had timber. The most grievous lie was that the plains were uninhabited by humans and had been for millions of years.The Crow bred far faster than the People and they gobbled our lands; Growing Room they said. The Pawnee snipped;.