Our kisses were like those we shared when we were dating. Her hand found its way to my zipper. She worked my zipper down and undid my button all while... keeping my tongue in her vacuum lock. Fishing out my cock I felt more than heard her moan. She pulled away from the kiss and worked my pants and underwear down. She took off my shoes, pulled my pants, socks and underwear off and then slid her hands up both of my legs. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock while gently kneading my balls. One of them had inserted a wild eagle feather in the band giving him a bit of a “Pirate” look that contradicted the intent. They all looked to be one hundred years old but could have been much younger in a harsh land that aged the inhabitants far beyond their actual years.One of my troopers spat a juicy trail of chewing tobacco residue in their direction. I was relieved to see it missed the mark by a wide margin, because the last I wanted was a bunch of irate “peaceful” Indians creating chaos. “Ma’am, you have to forgive my erstwhile partner, here. He never did have much polish, and, well, since I’m no longer around all the time to guide him, well, it looks like he’s backslid some.” He turned, and announced us. “Honey? Company!”Annmarie appeared, and greeted me, air kisses and all. She turned to Emily, and Andy spoke up. Annmarie, this is Emily. Mark is walking her home.”Annmarie was all sympathy. “Oh, Honey! When did you last brush your hair? Did that awful man drag you into the. "Please come in and close the door behind you." "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Benson. You look a lot younger than I had heard," the blonde continued. "Ah, yes... um, I'm on a new health food diet. Works wonders." I was thinking quickly. "Shall we get started?" "Sure," the blonde said as the three of them smiled and giggled. I immediately took off my shirt and shoes. The black girl stood before me wearing only a black lace bra and panties. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. "Oh, and a lot.