All of this suggested that the raid had be made by Indians, not Whites. If the attack had been by Indians, they probably were Utes.This was a little f...r east for Utes, but it could have been a band of young warriors out on a lark who just got lucky when they found an unguarded camp. It had happened, before. The consensus was Utes, so a search was mounted in a sweep from southwest to northwest to try to find some sign. A trail was found in short order. The attackers had made no effort to hide. Goodnight lucky.As lucky left I got up and slipped my robe off and pulled out my vibrator that I had bought at school and started to masturbate with it. I shoved it in my pussy thinking about lucky and his cock being in there. It felt so good and I was so into it. Now unbeknownst to me lucky had a peep hole cut into the wall and he was watching me masturbate as he was masturbating. I came real hard and then a heard a moan that was not my own. That’s when I knew that he was watching me. I then. I am sure, all who have read my stories and my personal true episodes, I had added in between would know that for the very first time I did not fuck but my cock was fucked by a neighboring woman with her pussy who was at least double than my age. It was no fucking for me and I do not think it was a fucking for her either because she was only in need to take a real cock inside her pussy folds instead of a dildo. I am sure a dildo could have done her equally good or even better. She was so. Judy has christened me- ‘The Butcher of the Bronx’. I could like that name. It inspires fear and awe. Four bodies were bad enough but with the fifth today, the Commissioner had to hold a press conference. I cracked up in front of the TV as he kept mouthing the same clichés over and over. ‘We will not rest until we get him.’ ‘He is the number one priority for the police now.’ ‘We have assigned our best officers to the case.’ ‘Blah, blah, blah.’ No seriously, it was funny. In case you are.