"What's your favourite smell?" Pussy." He laughed, the rich sound dripping through the airwaves that connected us like molasses. "Oh, really." I was b...lushing, embarrassed. I didn't know what to say to that. Not to mention I was pretty distracted with the way my tight little spot had become so instantly wet. "Yeah. I do, actually. And the taste. You could say I'm very generous..." I was too anxious about what he would think of me if I were to ask him a diry question, but I did answer all the. More. More, but not rough. Reach up and squeeze my breasts, they are dying for some attention.” I’m not an acrobat, but I’m still pretty nimble. She leaned back some so I could see what I was doing and I squeezed her breasts. They were firm, yet soft to squeeze. Now her nipples were hard. I gently pinched her nipples and she moaned. “Don’t stop with your tongue,” she said when I had apparently gotten mesmerized by her tits. My dick was back up to full strength. Suddenly it was pushing against. There was something back there, making a horrendous noise. Jim surmised that a drunk had passed out on the pile of burlap sacks behind the dumpster and was snoring with the ferocity of a true devotee of Irish whisky. Perhaps this was the very thief that had been steeling from the stock!Jim quietly set down his load, reached back into the pub, and grabbed the stout wooden bat that was kept there for just such an occasion.Brandishing his weapon, he snuck around the dumpster, ready to strike.. A young Bat Masterson of law enforcement fame was one of the defenders at the post.Strangely, it was a single long distance shot by a buffalo hunter called Billy Dixon that ended the siege with the Indians losing heart and returning to their camps with stories of their bravery. The shot made by young Mister Dixon was with a Sharps .50 caliber rifle at a distance of a mile and killed a Chief's son with a bullet through the head at the unusual distance. When the distance was verified at a later.