Perhaps because I didn't want to see it. But once I did notice, she was all I could think about. All through high school, the only girl I dreamed abou..., the only girl I ever jerked off too was my older sister. By the time I got to college, well... I was pretty much obsessed with her, my obsession having a very negative impact on my social life, my few friends distancing themselves from me as my fascination with my older sister deepened into a near mania.Melanie was five years older than I was,. Her focus was on fingers, tight asses, lips, and cocks. She fretted on her emptiness and the nightmare of loneliness. She woke dissatisfied. The daily chores for her parent’s teepee were brief, a mere public presence not suited for flirting with warriors.The weather broke today, so she ventured out far afield after completing her normal duties. Hawks drifted on a light breeze. The sun warmed the ground and brightened the winter camp. Women gathered in clusters. The old men, beyond their prime,. The older guy had pointed me out to the lady and as she turned and looked she waved and smiled. I waved back noticing her extremely blonde pussy hair.The older guy got behind the cam and she walked into the sea up to her knees splashing sea water onto herself as the guy filmed.Making her nipples hard and her pussy wet.She made her way to the guy lieing on the rock and began to wank him as he in return payed the favour and began fingering her.This went on right in front of me and they didn't. I'm told there were only five other girls on the floor. "So, are you one of Mr. Jackson's girls?" "What do you mean, Susan?" "I mean he usually fucks all the new girls." "Are you one of the lucky ones?" Susan said she had a friend that he fucks every now and then. Mr. Jackson's girls are treated like royalty around here. You can do whatever you want. Mr. Jackson will fix your grades and you can pretty much come and go as you please. "He is very finicky sexually." Susan's friend told her.