The splinters in my knees, my palms, even my toes, reminds me what happened last night. Indian sex I lick my lips, hmmm! I was having too many shots of Yukon Jack. With my arms behind my head, thinking of the night before, I get a powerful twinge between my legs. He was gorgeous and shy. Thinking for a minute and smiling, I tossed off my Stetson cowboy hat into the air, veered to the left, and dove off the end of the dock, into the cool water of the pond. I pulled on the top ribbon of my little yellow see-through crop top, letting the ribbon flow softly in the breeze. Shit! On a hot autumn day, face up, I lie back in an open field in an attempt to keep my all-over body tan. Slipping my flip-off finger into my raining cunt, I began rotating the digit inside me, along with an in and out movement.
