She liked that horse because it was used to gunfire and would stand like a petrified log in the midst of chaos.The half breed Indian scout was pissing... behind the cottonwood tree near the shoreline, and she caught sight of his impressive tool that seemed out of place on an Indian not usually known for the size of their dicks.She knew his real name was something like Grey Eagle or Grey Owl, but she was really not all too certain it was his real name or just an assumed name that he picked out of. It was Kevin’s mom and another woman in the yard. At first we thought they were wrestling, and then we realized they were naked. I was dark and we couldn’t make out who it was, but Beth’s long blonde hair stands out even in the darkest of nights. We watched and listened to Beth ate the other woman’s pussy, and then fucked her with a big dildo. (As it turned out, it was actually a cucumber from her garden.) Ellie and I watched, frozen, scared to get caught peeping, but to intrigued to look. The other two young men crowded in to watch.“Now how should a slut present herself?” Malcolm asked.“With her legs spread, Sir,” said Shan as she and Michelle spread themselves wide.“You have such a lovely cunt, Shan,” said Duncan, so taken with her he used her name.“Thank you, Sir,” Shan was genuinely pleased with the compliment.“Needs lubing up though,” continued Duncan.“You reckon?” Steven said. “Both seemed wet enough earlier!”“Oh yes,” declared Malcolm “guys, we need jello lube!” The boys. This was not desire, nor any vestige of lust; it was comfort of one to the other. I kicked the door closed with my heel all the time maintaining the hold I had around Eve. I felt her relax a little and a small sob seem to squeeze out of her. The grip she had relaxed and she leant back a little, lifting her face she wordlessly asked for a kiss. As with the hug, it wasn't a kiss of desire it was simply a kiss re-affirming our contact.We moved down the small vestibule and into the living room..