My mother was given to my father in appreciation for all of the things he did for the Mescaleros, and he loved her until the day she died. She died th... day I was born, August 14th, 1877, and it wasn't long after that event that my father died of a broken heart. Thus, I was the indirect cause of both their deaths.I was an only child, and my father's relatives wanted nothing to do with a "damned Injun." My mother's relatives took me in and raised me as just another Apache boy. I had as happy a. On a trip to London for our vacation, I arranged to meet up with an old uni friend as we hadn’t seen each other for years, Sara had met Craig on a number of occasions and they had always got on and as always she flirted with him as she did with every man we met. This had become a new thing for us we had both started to flirt with other people when we out and talk about what we could do in a threesome with them, we even got to the stage where I would pull Sara’s usually short skirts up in bars. She even took her hand in my shorts from the side of thighs and felt my cock. She was hugging me while I was driving and my friend was sleeping all the way to their home.On reaching their home I again helped kavita to bring my friend to his bed and while returning she came to see me off at the main door where I suddenly turned and hugged her very tightly and even she hugged me so tightly and we were doing it for last 10 minutes or so. I was pressing her and her breasts were pressed hard to my. My consciousness kept drawing me back into darkness, but the coarse cloth pulled me back again and again. I had no strength, none to even talk. The woman had strong warm hands, the cloth a rough contrast. I returned from consciousness at one moment and noticed that a finger was gently sliding along the length of my penis. Up and down, and even in my condition it enlarged pleased with some kind of attention. I must admit I was surprised that he had more strength than I. My rescuer attempted to.