Thank God that only one of them had a bow. It was his arrow that was sticking in my hip, and he was preparing to launch a second arrow. Fortunately, I... was still able to function through the pain. I drew my revolver with my left hand while I hung on to a rock projecting from the wall with my right hand.I fired three quick shots and hit all three of the Comanches standing opposite me. One fell forward into the arroyo with me, and I did not take a chance: I put a bullet into his head. The other. “I would love to photograph you!” He seem so genuine in his approach. Plus he showed me more attention than Phillip has in years. On impulse I take out my phone and dial his numb“Hello?”“Mister Colter, i don’t know if you remember me, my name is Heather Wrightson you gave me your card in Costa Coffee this afternoon!”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The phone in my studio ring, the name Heather Wrightson. The new Jessica panted as she faced the wall, deep inside herself the old Jessica felt humiliated, exposing herself to a stranger in a dark alleyway of a bar. But the new Jessica with thoughts clouded by intoxication decided she didn’t care about her bare ass in the cold night air and only wished to have a cock inside her. Adrenaline shot from Jessica’s chest when she heard the clink of Cami’s belt buckle come loose. Cami slid her pants just far enough to release her raging shaft and balls.. My favorite fantasy is being gangbanged in my naughty little shorts. When I sit in these shorts the material is very tight and rubs my cock with every little movement. I usually have a wet spot on the front where precum stains the material from my excitement. This day, the river was quiet. I passed no one as I lazily paddled around a couple of bends. Soon I heard some voices from around the next bend. As I came around it, I saw three young men, who seemed to be in their early twenties, wading.