I couldn't help running my hands over his butt, hiships, and his slender thighs. Angel shivered. I lifted the slip over hishead; carefully, so as to n...t muss up his hair. He noticed me staring athis soaking wet panties!"I had a little accident when you kissed me, Simonne. Sorry!" Hegiggled. His embarrassment was obvious; his face was as red as his hair!I knew that scenario all too well!"Sis! Angel's panties are ruined. Can you find some clean undies forhim? Please!" His seven-inches of rock. My pinhole camera, having been found so quickly by my daughter (Ginny), was no longer a thrill to use since it wasn't a secret camera, any longer.We only used it sparingly now and only to review some of the things we'd done, or so I'd thought.One morning, not long after a day trip I had had with several PTA mothers, I saw this gift box, inside of which was a new video marked, "To Mom, With Love".I really didn't know what to expect from Ginny's devious mind and I was actually afraid at first to. The people would live on their reserves with no interference from the white men who were moving westward. **** It was a strange smell in the air that floated in the cold spring winds of Laguna Pueblo that fall in 1973. It smelled of soil, it smelled of rock, it smelled of death, a burning death fed in half-lives. But the elders knew of the angry spirits and desecration at Jackpile Mine, where time was measured in the spirits’ tears. **** Later the elder council met again with another great. I motioned to Ida to stop the movie for a few minutes so we could attend to business here in the living room. I lay on my back, and spread my legs. Dulce put her mouth on EXACTLY the right place down there, and Ida got her panties off and straddled my face. I could do her now, Dulce already was doing me, and as we got into it, Ida leaned her body forward until both women were pleasuring the same spots on my puss at the same time, without bumping heads, either. I though that maybe they had done.