It was a regular evening in Pine Ridge Nebraska and as I enjoyed a well earned beer in a bar just down the street from my temporary home so a wizened old guy said “Excuse me sir,” real politely, “You work for Jenkins Logging?”
“Sure,” I agreed, work for it, I damned well owned it. Indian Porn “Eighty twenty it is then,” I laughed, but she spit in her hand and we shook on it. “No sir, someone has to pay a lot of money for my cherry.” she said boldly. “So lets talk,” I suggested as I kissed her again. “No, I guess, how about you clear up the mess of the coffee cup first?” I suggested. “Oh gee that’s better,” she said, so I did they other one and went right to it sucking on the distended nipple, “Gee that’s nice,” she admitted as I went right ahead and started sucking. It was so good that half way I did that sit up thing and kissed her
