He talked about God’s will, and how mortals would never understand it most of the time. Finally, he asked for a silent prayer for the souls of my fa...ily.I had been getting more and more agitated. Every face I saw triggered a memory, every hug or pat on the back seemed to bring more pain. It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve. The Indian wasn't much one for the use of firearms and he knew the ludicrous nature of confronting rifle-toting white men with a bow and an arrow. Any yahoo who came within knife-throwing range was in big trouble if the Indian felt he was in danger. His squaw was long dead, shot by a trooper just for target practice. His three sons would have been in their twenties now except for the fact they were hunted down and executed for jumping the reservation and joining a band of marauders led astray. "UUHHNNG!" she wailed, shuddering and thrashing. Finally she slowed down, and stopped altogether, sitting back on Jim's lap, still impaled on his cock, as they both panted. There was a slight pause in the action. But I was hard and horny again, and hoping for more. I left my cock out, and kept looking over at Steve's mom. Mrs. Kegal saw me with my hard cock out, and said, "Scott, are you ready for more already?" "If you are," I replied. "What about you, Ronnie?" I'm up for it - literally," he. Kuchh der (bout 30-40 minutes) araam karke maine unko hot milk pilaya kitchen se lakaar aur khud bhi piya. Woabhi bhi nangi thin bed paar. Main aab phir se Mona Bhabhi ke badan ko kiss karne laga. Wo mere upar aagayin aur khud hi mere munh mein apni choochiyan de diya bari bari se. Main lete lete hi unke nipples ko choosta raha. Maine kaha “….Mona Bhabhi …tum bold ho……tum badi sexy aur hot ho…….I like such Bhabhis……..tum chodai bahut achchha karwati ho meri Bhabhi……..”. Who bhi peechhe nahin.