First time she spoke with me. She told that my mom went to nearby departmental store to buy something, As you closed your room door, your mom asked me...to stay here in hall as she will be back in few mins.She asked me to sit. My hands are shivering as I got the best chance to break the ice. I thought that I might get a chance to speak something naughty. She asked about my work and studies. She again caught my eyes passing on her boobs and she smiled while speaking. She asked What you are looking. As she cums her juices run down her thighs like a flood soaking the panties and jeans I had shoved down around her ankles. She tries to raise up from over the sink,but I keep her in this position because I'm not finished with her yet.When I pull my dick out of her more juices splash out on the floor.I start to rub my dick up and down the crack of her ass and she looks back and shakes her head in a negative manner,but I'm not in the mood to stop. I reached into the sink and got a hand full of. Grinning I walked up to her and kissed her on the lips. Something was different this time she tasted of cherry, which was amazing. “New lipstick?” I questioned. “Lip balm, thought you might like it” and she was right it tasted so good.“Cup of tea then?” She asked me while taking her gloves off walking to the kitchen. Following her in I grabbed her arm and pulled her in close and made out with her. Pushing her up against the fridge I could feel myself getting hard so I pressed it up on her so. The other wives thought the white woman was disgusting with her little tricks to snare the men into seeking her coupling. They were particularly incensed at her offering her rear flanks for insertion like some animal in the field when every Indian knew it was a Taboo for such deviance in personal interactions. They were mystified that she acted like she enjoyed the pain of such unnatural coitus and her grunting pleasure annoyed them to the point of pure hatred.Several of the tribal hierarchy.