"Maybe I will get some more."Awhile later, I decided to go outside for some fresh air. Robert still hadn't come downstairs, although Christine had pra...nced happily into the room, looking like she'd just fallen out of bed. Her blonde hair was all over and she wasn't wearing her dress anymore, just a half-slip with nothing underneath it. I could see her dark nipples trying to poke through the satin and everyone admired the cum running down her thighs. She even pulled her slip upward, showing. She runs her smooth hands all over her body, trying to understand why her idiot of a husband Giuseppe isn't satisfied with the Italian Duchessa he has waiting for him at home. Her body is tight and lightly muscular like an athlete, yet, also features killer curves in all the right places. She has that thick Italian ass that still grabs all men's attention when she walks anywhere, even after having four daughters at a young age for that ungrateful piece of shit and being a 30-year-old stay at. The three of us were friends then and have managed to remain, at least, friendly acquaintances since. I did not expect all of you to be so accepting of me, nice to me. I did not expect to be able to help scout Centerville for you. I did not expect to be able to practice with you. I did not expect to become an honorary team member. This has been the best, most-enjoyable soccer weekend of my life and I have all of you to thank for it. Thank you, very much.”There was much clapping and voicing of. The lead rope for the pack horse was tied to the back of my saddle, so it was not going anywhere.I scurried to some rocks that were nearby and shouted again, “HEY, MISTER, I AM THE PEACEABLE TYPE, BUT I WILL SHOOT BACK IF YOU KEEP THAT UP!”The man ignored my comment and continued to shoot, this time with a Henry. The Henry was virtually obsolete by this time, but the bullets would still kill a man if he was not very lucky. Okay, I figured that this guy was just being antisocial, but I wondered.