They had probably already found the other women sapped of life and thought her to be in the same category as the murdered females. She entertained the...thought of pretending to be dead and hope that the Indians didn’t want to take the long women’s hair as trophies of their expedition. It was about a fifty-fifty proposition and the odds made it worthwhile for a least a try.She saw them put holes in the canoes used in the escape so that the other tribe could not swing back and use them to go. Never had or desired male to male sex.For my own sanity I use a few of the massage parlor’s in Manchester , England to satisfy regular sexual needs (Oral, suck and vigorously bang hell out of the girls there).One girl who really satisfied and is more of a friend now (and would do anything) was called C and worked at Fingers by the Manchester United Football ground. Mid 40’s , lovely body, great tits. Sexually liberated by any standard, would orgasm when fisted, anal was a delight and would suck. I had an enormous erection, I went beetroot red and felt very hot all over. Anne just stayed in that wanton pose, holding her legs up and apart, showing off her crotch-piece to us.“See. You can't see through the gusset can you? Can you? Alan, come closer and get a really good look, I want to be sure you can't see my... my you-know-what through them. Come on.” And she beckoned me over. I knelt down between her legs, after a glance at Mark who had a huge encouraging grin on his face, and brought. Grace looked over, relieved, and drove the last 15 minutes to the house. She gathered up her panty-less daughter and got her inside, and into bed. She needed a drink. A stiff vodka martini was the next thing on her agenda.Grace sat alone at the kitchen table. It was 11:30 and she was drinking a martini…..and enjoying it immensely. What had she just witnessed? She knew Lauren would be out of it after the surgery but Lauren had exposed a much bigger concern. “What was she talking about when she.