Yes, as I expected, it was a small cabin under attack by a band of Indians. Because of the distance and the dust kicked up by the running horses, I re...lly could not tell how many Indians were involved, but it certainly looked like too many for the people in the house to withstand indefinitely.The land around the cabin was pretty clear, so I was going to have some trouble finding cover close enough to do any real good. There were enough Comanches down there to give anybody pause, and I wasn't. “I been thankin’ the same thang all night,” added Harry.“We ARE a bunch of Molly boys,” Donnie emphasized.“Yes, we are,” Vivian cooed.“We like Negroes too,” Jackie divulged.“Why don’t you take off those Zoot suits,” Vivian suggested.Alvin and Junior stripped down to their short, autumn unions - one-piece underwear sets with a tank top style upper and legs coming down the thigh. Harry was already wearing just a pair of striped shorts, now referred to as boxers, and a T-shirt which came down past. “We saw her tumble,” the gent told me, adding that he knew first aid and may be able to help. He held Julie’s foot, feeling her ankle and calf. I looked down at my wife and felt excitement brewing again in my trunks. Sorry, I just couldn’t control it. The Good Samaritan had lifted her leg and Julie’s hairy pussy gaped. I made conversation with his lady, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.The couple looked like seasoned naturists, deep tans with no signs of white bits. I'd say they were in. I don't like pop rivets either. They tear the metal and don't hold all the time."At five, we were cleaned up and ready to roll. Our group met next to Martin's place where the beer and tables were. Glenda had some roast pork with black beans and both yellow and white rice. That is always a filling supper. In no time at all, the food was devoured and a lot of beer consumed. We were going to need a new keg pretty soon.Just as the thought crossed my mind, the Budweiser truck pulled up. The driver.