Maco, a young man barely old enough to be a warrior, said that he didn’t understand the white man’s need for houses. In the 20th century, I had al...ays laughed at the fact that to an Apache anyone who wasn’t an Indian was a white man regardless of ethnicity. Now however, I used it to our advantage in helping both sides understand a little more about the other.I explained that houses had many uses, but the primary one was to protect those that lived in them. All people built some kind of house to. " No, Ma'am," I squeaked. My voice was starting to go through it's indecision of whether it was going to stay soprano or change to tenor or even bass."Well, Betsy Lou has certainly sprouted over the summer." Uh, huh." She's turning into quite a young woman."I was saved the embarrassment of having to come up with an appropriate answer when Betsy Lou came out the front door. She kissed her mother on the cheek."Bye, Mom. Come on, Mark. Don't want to be late."Betsy Lou had on a white button-up. With those pimples he looked around 18 or 19. He took one look at Bridget and gulped."Can I help you?"Bridget gave him her sweetest smile and responded, "Not right now."Bridget walked around the store looking at shoes and chatting with Jill. Every time she stole a glance at the boy she caught him staring. She had her back to him but she could feel his gaze. She saw some shoes that she liked on a bottom shelf, so she bent at the waist, her skirt rising all the way to the bottom of her ass. "Now I'm so horny, I have two men, and both are out for the count."Joe was very quiet, the salty taste of another man's cum in his mouth for the first time in his life. He'd tasted himself, simply out of curiosity. Mark tasted different. Did every man have their own flavor? What was the cause? Ah hell, where does he go from here?"Give me just a bit girl. I'll be ready soon," Mark said with a grin. "You can start without us." Hmm."Susan thought it over for an entire five seconds. Quickly she got.