"This must be the small tribe we are here to save," Troy commented in a whisper to the others, "It is indeed small. I guess I will show myself and bre...k the ice. I hope the translator is working because I don't understand a word they are saying right now. You three stay here in concealment." He crept away and when he was some distance from them, he walked into the clearing with his hands raised.Three men noticed him and grabbing spears, walked menacingly toward him. The gibberish they spoke to. Two down, and the Indians were now looking for me. I shot all 14 rounds that I had in the rifle magazine and knocked over seven of the nine horses before they could get to me. The other two horses were shot by the men in the wagon, so we now had four unhorsed Comanches.Talk about pissed off Indians! They charged me on foot with their rifles. They were trying to shoot while running, and that was no better than shooting while riding at full blast. I was not afraid of being hit by a bullet under. My hands started touching her chest. She was wearing a t-shirt. (She is a brave girl, I never seen her wearing sari or Churidar, but jeans and t-shirt always). I was doubtful to go further, she was relaxed and was watching tv. I gently pulled the skin and started a diff type of massage. It arouses anyone – sure. It worked and she breathed heavily – but again leaned back and relaxed .I moved my hands up and touched the upper area of her left boob. It was sharp inside the bra. I inserted my hand. Jeff just laid there and stared until Scott let out a moan and gave the breast an even harder squeeze, causing his mom to wince slightly.That seemed to bring Lena out of her stupor and as if for the first time, realized that her son had just watched her get fucked. With a small pop and a gurgle, Lena sat up and quickly made her way to the bathroom. That left Jeff face to face with Scott. When Scott saw that Jeff was awake, he smiled, “Your mom let me fuck her last night.”‘Let’ is not the word.