She asked me the Mae West question, “Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I laughed crazily at that of course. This is the real thing!” I pistoned in and out of her, and played with her nipples and breasts. Indian sex Oh, my God, that poor child! “Oh, Baby!” I told her, “I am a convert, you are my one true religion!” Her pussy felt so damn hot, I couldn’t believe it. She shoved me onto the big bed and grabbed my dick with both of her little hands. She brushed a stray strand of hair from her lovely face, laughed, and asked me, “Was it good for you, Jack?” I gasped for air and laughed! I could remember a couple of runs during which we’d made her a bed in saddlebags, being certain they were properly ventilated, of course.
