I knew that was a false sense of security, but was unable to make my knowledge verbal, because it would be construed as a spirit of disloyalty at a ti...e when “orders are orders” and to refuse was tantamount to betrayal.As time went on during that spring and summer, the so-called Indian Uprising was dealt with harshly and the captured Indians were sent to dismal reservations that were more prisons, than places to live and be pacified.The field troopers came into the fort with a long line of. Then the tears came – tears for everything he had lost. He didn’t have a single tangible thing with which to remember his former life or family. No pictures, no clothing, no home ... nothing! Everything and everyone he once knew had vanished into ... where?Across the hall, in 1404, Kirsten Gustafson rolled sleepily toward the incessant electronic beep of her clock radio. She didn’t need to look at the time, she knew it was 5am and time to get up and get dressed. Another day, another practice at. And I'd see lots of sexy undies on her washing line, or waiting to be ironed. Occasionally some discarded stockings on the bed, or torn pantyhose from a recent hot date. She was about 5 feet 3 inches and very cuddly, and just a little bit older than my Mum. I used to love watching her working at the sink, or her climbing the stairs. I used to imagine what she looked like in just her undies and I'd go home and masturbate, thinking about Auntie Val all the time. I'd got into the habit of going. I was in a crazy rut. Without thought, I straddled Josh and lowered my pussy over his rampant prick. Just having it in me almost made me come, but I started slowly sliding my cunt up and down Josh’s fabulous love pole. I guess by this time we were both half aware that this was no dream. We were really doing it! But the delightful sensation of Josh up in me was too good to interrupt. I guess he felt the same way, because he grabbed my ass and started to jamb me down forcefully against his groin.