They were as I remembered them, Pat and my Mother beautiful, My Father and Mike strong and handsome. Joy seemed to surround them. They kept bursting o...t in laughter. My Father suddenly caught up my Mother in his arms and whirled her in the air as she giggled in glee. I smoothed my skirt down. My skirt? I looked at myself. I was wearing a plain skirt that fell to my ankles. My bare feet peeped from under the hem and I curled my toes into the grass. I had on a loose blouse of some material that. The other Apache was trapped under both of us and he had my knife hand by my wrist with his free hand and I had his knife hand trapped with my tomahawk. I felt his wrist twisting free and knew I had only one chance! Lightning quick I struck the Apache in the head with my tomahawk and just barely was able to stop the knife from the one under me from striking too deep into my side with both my hands. Once I had the knife pulled free from my side and a tight enough grip on his wrist I was able to. His hands smoothed up my front and shamelessly played with my large tits, right in the middle of the packed dance floor. My buttocks were applying pressure to his growing cock, which was now pushing the hem of my dress upwards, slowly exposing more my buttocks. His cock was now fully erect as I felt the pressure of his throbbing erection hit my shaved slit. Not wearing panties was a dangerous choice as I felt his trouser covered cock slide effortlessly into wet and willing pussy. I shook with. I was sucking those beautiful, colourful and inviting boobs and nipples like a kid feeding feverishly on its mother’s milky boobs as if there was no tomorrow. Intermittently, I caressed his bushy armpit with my nose, tickling him and in return, the intoxicating musky manscent hitting my brain. I was literally flying high experiencing that erotic delightful feeling. He reacted to my service, moaning softly & muttering , “Ahhhh! Shhhh, sssssss, mmmm, just great, don’t sttooop, ppplllease. It’s so.