Tere alava mere jivan mein aur koi bhi nahi hai.Fir maa aankhe khol ke boli.Maa: Tum ladko ki yahi problem hai. Tum log khud to open nahi hote aur par...nts se kehte ho open hone ke liye. Agar main aur tere papa open nahi hote to tu kaise paida hota?Maa: Tu to meri open hone ki hi nishani hai. Aur kitna open karna chahta hai mujhe?Maine maa ka hath pakadkar unhe table pe laake bithaya aur plate se roti aur sabji unhe khilaya aur unhone bhi mujhe khilaya.Main: Aap sachme bohut jada sundar ho.. I had noticed they would be sitting around drinking beer and talking and his friends would always be staring at me and covering their crotch with their hands or their beer. I would take advantage of this and bend over weeding the flower beds or picking something up giving them a good show.This went on for several months during their college break, and then one day my son was at work (he did not go to college) I was out working in the flower beds around 4 PM in the afternoon when I heard a truck. His eyes were black and the way he looked at me and my tits, I was blushing, my nipples were erected. He was smiling. His huge penis was also I thought gazing at me. And don't know for how long we were looking at each other. And then he stepped forward. He came to me and pulled me. I was in his arms, my tits were pressed against his chest and his cock was intruding in my vagina. He lifted my face and instinctively our lips met.. "Fighting Hawk looked at the Woman, "Who is she?" He saw Happy Beaver stiffen. "She is my wife, Little Feather." Fighting Hawk noticed the soft look in his eyes as he ran a finger across her face. He also noticed that she leaned into the caress. "She was a captive, wasn't she? What kind of warrior marries a captive?"He watched as both of them stiffened and turned their attention on him. "Yes, she was a captive, but I married her because I love her. If that makes me less of a warrior, then I am.