Mother would be in the kitchen usually and Father would be out to work, just as usual. The different part of it though is that the whole house was in ...hambles. In some parts the wallpaper would be peeling and some walls had holes through and through. The couch was covered in glass and sawdust as well as the floor. Outside my room, the remains of a wooden chair lie in a neatly gather pile in the corner. A clean path was cleared from my room to the dining table, probably by Mother. That day or. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she washed my hair, those tits were practically in my face, and I began to become aroused.She asked me if I was the friend of the masseuse who had referred me, and when I told her yes, she whispered into my ear that she had heard that I was a bad boy. I winked at her and told her that I was a perfect gentleman, but that I did enjoy having a little fun with the right woman.Julie continued and gave me a perfect haircut. I enjoyed watching her. We had pulled back as soon as we saw the Indians, and they had given no sign that they had seen us, so we still had surprise on our side. The Indians rode slowly, limited by the speed that their captive could walk, so we had no trouble keeping up with them. Our main concern was the hope that we would not meet any people coming from the other direction, since we didn't want to spook the Comanches.We had ridden for about four hours, and the White woman captive was staggering, she was so tired. I. I just smiled back and headed upstairs to the shower and I started to get undressed and as I looked up into the mirror in the wall I caught site of kit standing in the doorway just staring at me. I suppose it could be down to the fact that I was wearing my sisters underwear. I looked round and asked what she was doing and her eyes lit up with shock and she tried to say something but no words came out.I went over to her and pulled her into the shower room and closed the door. She was still too.