Some White people, at the instigation of Cyrus Harkins, had vowed to drive all Indians out of the state and into Mexico.My mother's water had already ...roken when their homestead was attacked and the house was set on fire. My father was able to drive off the attackers, but he had to bundle my mother into a wagon and try to get her to her former village for help, since the White midwife had run away at the beginning of the attack. I was born in that wagon on the way to the village, and my mother. "Oh," Jan said. "Yeah, I guess so. Maybe I'll have one for dessert."Jan and Bryant watched a baseball game on television and chatted about inconsequential things. The bar wasn't crowded but it was still a little too loud for much conversation.The food came and Jan dug in. She had removed her hand from Bryant's but she had slid her stool closer in order to talk to him. They sat shoulder to shoulder. Once the food came, Jan shifted away.Bryant watched as she picked up a wing by the tip with two. Within a few minute she stood up and showed of her lovely curves with her big nippled breasts poping through her bikini top, this made my cock twinge and could feel the rush of blood, within seconds i was rock hard. She began to walk in the house with her stomach and arse bouncing around freely, when she returned she walked back to her lounger and lied down face first, this gave me a lovely view of her pussy lips peeking through her pants, by this time my cock was throbbing and could feel the. "This isn't your home, Marge," I growled, "and you're welcome to leave anytime you want."I could see her actually gag as she choked down her response. She shocked me though and didn't say anything. Hell must've frozen over."Danny, I'm so sorry," Lisa whimpered. "It was a mistake—" A mistake?" I said, trying not to sneer.Given the response of those on my couch, I apparently failed."Tell me, Lisa, what exactly was the mistake? Was it getting so drunk at the reception you thought it was okay to.