The woman with the yellow mane watched him advance with hate in her eyes."No, no," another woman whimpered. Yellow-mane shushed her.A second Indian st...ggered to his feet and yelled at the young one. I knew enough Comanche to get their gist. The younger one had raped yellow-mane the first night and the older one wanted her now. The other Indians listened to the two argue and so did we. The older one was the war chief of this little band. He thought he had the right to take the best woman for. I always gave in to my daughter and she was making me give in to her now. This was no longer wrong. It finally felt right.I reached out and touched the bare skin of her shoulder. I watched her close her eyes as my hand massaged the curve of it. Molly’s skin was warm and soft and I felt the bumps form on it from my gentle stimulation. She tossed her long natural blonde hair to the side as my hand traced down her arm. Molly’s eyes remained closed as my hand found hers and gently squeezed. Her. That was my job right? Wasn’t I Hamlet in this scenario? Hell, I’d even just been to Denmark. But this guy sounded reasonable and he was trying to be a nice guy about this. And if he was good to my mother… Fuck. I didn’t want to like this. But I smiled and looked at my mother and just said, ‘Mom, if it make you happy, I’m behind it one hundred percent.’ My mother relaxed about twelve notches and squeezed my hand. And that’s how Stan came into our lives. # Five days later I was ready to. She pumped her fingers in and out of my cunt at the same time.My ovaries loved it.“Yes, yes, that’s so good,” moaned Lasla. “Ooh, Vixen, you get that tongue in me. Las’s big dick, that’s good!”“Uh-huh,” Pyrriah moaned, red light flickering through her hair. “Moon, you know what you’re doing. Yes, yes, you have a lovely mouth!”I was so glad that my daughters were enjoying themselves. I knew I was.Silver groaned around my dick. Her humming rippled around the crown of my cock. I groaned, my cunt.