After drinking a few beers (yes, like most I'll initially blame it on the alcohol) somehow we agreed that the loser would kiss the others cock. Don't... ask me how the subject came up - I really can't remember. Being considerably smaller than Jim and not very athletic I should have known better. As things would turn out, I lost. I'll never forget the crazy smile on his face as he made the last basket. "Pay up dude" he laughed. A few jokes and insignificant small talk and we were inside. The Shoshone were still friendly with white men at that time and would have helped him had they seen him, but what did he know, he was only a Senators son.He kept alive by eating the dew-soaked grass around the carcass and eating the meat of the beast as it dried out in the sun, which explained his initial revulsion to my offered jerky.I let him drink all of the water he could stomach, treated his broken leg the best I could, and got him to the local Shoshone settlement. The Shoshone have been. She looked familiar. No.....she looked very familiar. The woman who was now gasping with arousal, who's fake tits were shuddering in time to the heavy, deep strokes of a powerful cock was Paul's Mom.Paul's Mom who used to read us bedtime stories when I used to stay over at his house. Paul's Mom who would get a bit tipsy at Christmas time and sing classic 80's rock songs.I looked down towards the rocks that Paul had gone behind. He was nowhere to be seen.I looked back down at the screen and. When we first arrived at the location, it was at this old run down porno store that had these rooms in the back. At first, I was some what apprehensive but Henry assured me that I would love it and not to worry. We both entered one of the rooms and put on a tv machine in there were we could choose any movie to watch. A few minutes had passed by and we still had no cocks showing through from the other room. So instead to loosen my nerves, Henry undid my pants and started stroking my cock, which.