I quickly grabbed for my rifle as I heard shots and the sound of bullets ricocheting off the stone walls. Looking out I could see one of my new companions lying spread in the dirt with a pool of blood oozing from under him. I ducked frantically as a bullet hit the door frame just inches from my head. I dived out, flat to the ground scrambling to the wall. A quick glance was enough to tell me that they were charging our position. How many I couldn’t see but certainly more than a dozen. There was now only three of us to their dozen, our only plus was I had a rifle and they appeared to have only muskets, dangerous enough but with little range and slow to reload. Before they were even halfway to our wall I had dropped four of them. Fucking I got one more and then they were jumping over the wall. Swords flashed in the sunlight, those broad curved weapons the desert men preferred. I pulled my pistol and shot one attacker in the chest before his sword reached my head and spun to get another charging toward me. I saw two others lying across the wall, both quite dead. One of my companions was swinging his musket wildly at two black-headed enemy. He struck one a blow sufficient to send him flying to the ground, then a sword took him in the neck. He fell, blood spewing from the severed artery. I shot his assailant. I turned to see three of the enemy surrounding my one remaining friend. I raised my arm and fired at the nearest pov but just a click, I was out of bullets. Without thought, I charged screaming out loud, clubbing one on the head and then pulling the next to the ground. We rolled and wrestled, he with a long curved bladed knife in his hand and me with just an empty pistol. It was a stalemate as we each gripped the others weapon hand. But I knew I was tiring fast, not having had enough time to recover from my wound. As I struggled desperately, my arms began to give way, I just didn’t have the strength left. His knife was much nearer to my throat when his grip suddenly slackened and he fell on top of me. Weakly I pushed and rolled him off and saw the knife buried deep in his back. I lay panting, looking up into the face of the girl. Her headgear was gone, jet black hair hung past her shoulders, there was blood running down her forehead and dripping to the ground next to me. Wearily I climbed to my feet, at the same time as the girl began to sway and was then falling. How I found the strength to catch her and hold her against me, I have no idea. With an effort, I managed to get an arm under her legs and homemade lifted her. I staggered rather the walked back to the building, took her inside indian and almost collapsed as I laid her on the bed. Her breathing was Fingering shallow and when I felt, her pulse seemed to be just a flutter. Fetching the canteen I poured water over her wound and with a cloth I washed the blood from her face. Now I could see her features properly, I saw how remarkably beautiful she was. She didn’t stir as I dribbled a little water between her lips, she was completely unconscious. The problem was I was out of my depth, with not the vaguest idea of what to do. Keep them warm, I thought, that’s what you do. Then. What! In the middle of the desert, it was baking outside and not much cooler in. I worked up a sweat, digging into the flesh. “Had to have some surprises,” he said, clutching the panties in his hand. They won’t scorn us anymore, Sister. The man reached up and unlocked the rest of the doors and three more men got in the car. They are named after birds Fingering that are indigenous to the city,” I tell him. He’d almost never speak to us in English and we had to talk to him in French most of the time Fucking or he’d get mad, telling us that we’d never learn if we kept speaking in English. , she thought. "Well if I had known you wanted to have sex tonight! I took down my jeans and pants as one and stepped from them. I poured the oil on my cock and started to rub it up and down my shaft. Then, with a smile she rubs the back of the spoon against her wet cunt. She’s got a slim waist, but wide hips and thick thighs. His iron torso pitched forward. Her hands shot down and seized my pink hair. I moved her other pov hand off the sex toy and removed it, licked her juices off from her sweet tasting pussy and threw it to the end of the bed. We just got done having sex. indian Almost immediately after Carl pulled his wet dick out of me, Craig pulled me off the couch and onto the floor. Her hand pumped his length as she went. Once her blouse was undone, it was pulled out from inside her jeans and carefully pulled off her shoulders. Ryu noticed that Momiji seemed to enjoy finishing these men off, but had no idea of her true thought process. You have to love alcohol and it's effect it has on some people. “Okay, seeya.” Harry said. I know that lots of lesbians aren’t very butch, but thought homemade maybe it was just a wild fling for the both of them.