"Not far, fifteen-hundred-yards at the most, maybe five minutes.” Frosty took the offered bandana from my hand and wiped the sweat and dust from her face. “Thanks.” "What's going on?" the Commander whispered as she dropped next to me and observed the western skyline as, one by one, seven riders ambled into view. The lead rider raised his arm, halted, and dismounted before lifting a pair of binoculars to his eyes. I froze in place like a spider in the weeds and held my breath as a stinging trickle of sweat dribbled down my forehead into my eyes. "Crap!" Sheila hunched down and let gravity slide her body out of sight of the intruders. "What's he doing?" Her face pressed tightly into the rocky incline as she looked at me and blinked. I focused on the leader and snickered in surprise as the man's hands fumbled with his midsection before assuming the familiar posture of relief. I stifled a chuckle as he began to swivel his hips from side to side. We men ain't too far removed from our canine cousins. We love to mark our turf. "Yup, he's taking a piss. He's got his pecker in his hands." I fine-tuned the focus of the high-quality optics and stared into the faraway face of Fitzwater, the County Assessor. "What the hell is that bastard doing here?" I growled. "Who?" Sheila inched upward and looked over the rim of our hill. "It's Pisswater, the little shit is wearing a sheriff's uniform." I coughed and spat. "What are your orders, Commander?" I unslung my weapon and checked the safety. I noticed Belinda matched my moves as she licked her lips and readied her rifle. "We've got to free Alice and Darlene, and we can't risk a shootout. We need to stop them here," Sheila said as her eyes scanned the area for concealment and cover. Sheila slipped down the embankment and climbed to her feet as the grim-faced, and tightly lipped women of our team gathered around her. The leader scanned the several dozens stunted evergreens which had taken root in the scant soil below the japanese summit. "This is an ideal spot for an ambush, we've got enough cover." "Better hurry, they're moving again," Belinda warned as she scrambled under her poncho. "Quickly! Get under cover and be ready back me up. I'll confront them here after they've cleared the crest." Sheila worked the ne yo bolt action on her rifle and loaded the firing chamber hydepark with a live round. "Boss! Let me stop them." Slinging my rifle over my shoulder, I scooted down the slope and stood next to Sheila. "Why?" the leader frowned. "Because Fitzwater is a sexist pig. He won't take you seriously, you're a woman. By mypenname3000 The combination created a delightful saliva mix. Though, why he was having such a hard time japanese touching her mind was maddening. Not that he needed it. Social Hrummph “Ah, yes, of course please bring them in,” he commented without really knowing what he had just said, his eyes on her ass now as she passed by, the skirt a size or two, too small. “Well why don’t you have a seat over there,” she said as she turned her head back around. A few moments passed then her brother nudged hydepark her. When we got to the top of Stevens Pass, there was a young woman of about eighteen stranded there because of a dispute with her boyfriend. and I was fucking horny. She closed her eyes and began sliding the vibrator up and down her wet slit. “Relax Harry,” I said, “I can still get my mouth to your cock.” John started rotating his index finger over his sister’s asshole as he sucked on her clitoris. I laugh, “It’s okay, after last night, I think your dick and me are well acquainted.” That's so good! She started to moan and to rub her pussy and work it back and forth ne yo on the corner of the machine. "ALL RIGHT, ITS PINKIE -THE PUNK PRINCESS OF PORN!" I had known Edie since junior high as she was my tutor then. She didn't hesitate but jumped up and patted him on the head saying, “Good Doggy,” on her way to the table.