As we sat down she snuggled in my arms. “Are you surprised?” she asked. “Duh!” I thought, and couldn’t really come up with an adequate answ...r. She replied for me, “I’m probably more surprised than you are, though. It just happened, but I didn’t intend for it to.”“Who was it with?” I asked. “And how? I mean, you weren’t gone that long.”“First, though, are you mad at me?” Real concern and worry showing through her eyes. I assured her, and took her hand, carefully placing it over the bulge in my. As we discussed before the steady shifting numbers of population comparisons were decidedly in favor of the European Settlers and at the expense of a declining American Indian Tribe demographic. There were many factors that influenced this changing relationship and the effect of wars was high on the list.At the beginning of the story in the year 1500, The relationship of the populations was roughly 450 to 1 in favor of the American Indian Tribes in the "lower 48".By the time of the French and. A familiar swelling in his crotch distracted him from the idyllic scenery as he thought about it, his hand softly stroking over the beefy bulge in his jeans.'Why not?' He mused, unzipping himself, 'there's nobody to see.'The conductor had checked his ticket already and he had the carriage to himself, but he looked round briefly to ensure nobody had come in while he day-dreamed. All clear. He smiled and furtively fished his cock out, greeting the head with a moist thumb, teasing the slit,. She could let a baby suck her tits but not a 15 year-old son! Even if the nipples are covered by cloth. Obviously she didn't know that what she was doing with her son was sexual! She didn't know that a woman didn't breast feed a grown boy, he thought.He said, "Linda, he is not a baby anymore. He's a young man." No Bob, he's my baby... he may be grown, but he is still a baby to me." She hugged her son's face more lovingly to her tits. She pushed more of her tits into her son's sucking.