It was better that the Apache thought she belonged to him."I am 'Speaks Three Times," the Apache introduced himself. Zach told his name. "It is good t...at your woman is brave and protects her man." Yours is an interesting name." Zach knew that all Apache, and most other Indian names, had some meaning other than just a name like Bob or Bill."The name was given to me because I speak three tongues. I am mostly called 'Speaks' except at tribal consul." He pointed at Zach. "I speak the white eyes. Rinsing her hand’s, she turned to face him, staring up wondering what was next. His hand’s caressing the bare flesh of her sides beneath his T-shirt. Picking her up beneath the arms, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he supported her full weight. As he walked her to his bed she stared up at him wanting desperately to know what was he thinking? He bent over steeply preventing her legs from holding on any longer as she fell softly on her back in the center of the small. ’ ‘Well you didn’t.’ ‘No, sorry.’ ‘How on earth did you have time to notice my legs?’ ‘When we were ejected from the library, I followed you out.’ ‘Ah, yes. My memory wind-back missed that. It only covered from outside the library until I was seated here. I noticed you almost tipped the tray when you peered at my breasts.’ ‘Peered.’ ‘Gazed, stared, gaped, gawked, looked, viewed, watched, ogled, eyeballed – ah perhaps not gaped, they’re not quite in that league.’ ‘I-I’m sorry.’ ‘Well I’m not. I. I knew what they wanted because I wanted the same thing. Without a word I left the cubicle and raised my skirt above my waist. Paul lifted me onto the washbasin and unzipped his work pants. I stared at his crotch as he released his cock into view. It was only average size, about six or so inches but as thick as my wrist. Without any preliminaries he shoved his cock all the way in and I orgasmed immediately. I'm quite embarrassing when I orgasm and squeal loudly. Paul continued to fuck me as.