Her hair looked grey to his monochromatic eyes and, like her hair, there was nothing remarkable about her to see.The other stranger was nursing a drin...k with ice in a glass. He stood against the fake fire breast, feigning a look of nonchalance, but it was quite plain that he was also emotionally charged.His mistress took hold of the collar around his neck and uttered something unintelligible while dragging him to the younger woman on the settee. He was stroked and petted by them both by way of. Running Bear fairly beamed with pride when he was finally able to wear his new pistol without nearly losing it around his ankles.Martha outfitted Running Bear in White man's clothes to keep him from attracting adverse attention from some of the galoots they met. Brown Horse was big enough to take care of himself and could wear anything the wanted to, but Running Bear was still short enough to attract attention from bullies. The switch in clothes was enough to forestall most of that nonsense.. . you beautiful armload... before I cum in your hand," Mike hissed."Now, that wouldn't be as much fun as what I had in mind," she whispered back to him, lowering her body onto the soft, dry earth and pulling him down on top of her. "I have a better place in mind than my hand for your cum," she added, hugging his muscular body tight to her breasts and shivering with the sensations of burning desire building deep in her quivering belly and feverishly moistening loins.But she was hardly prepared. I didn’t say a word, just removed my shoes and shirt, leaving them on the floor. I gently tapped then rubbed her bottom. I reached for the flogger but left it on the bed. I grabbed the bottle, poured some lubricant into my hand, and walked to Precious. ‘This might be cold,’ I joked. I ran my hand over her hole twice up, once down, before pushing having my index finger enter. I heard her moan softly. She pushed against my hand. I slipped a second finger in, moving them around. I retracted,.