Ek bar usska pathi jab camp ko gaya tha,tab uss din saturday tha,uss night ko mai tv dekh raha tha,uss waqt sister tho bed room mein sogayi thi,mujhe ...ell phone ke charger ki jaroorat padhi tho maine bed room mein chala,tho waha se charger lekar mai sister ke taraf dekha tho,sister ne ek boob ko bahar rakh kar sogaya tha,shayad bachhi ko doodh pilakar waisa hi sogayi hogi samjha maine,sister ke nipple ko dekhte hi mere lund bahut lamba hoga ya,aur maine light off kiya,aur mere bed par jaa kar. “What happened here?” he asked.“Bea says they were attacked last evening by white men dressed as Indians. They killed Beau and his crew while Bea and the children hid. They took Beau’s cargo and left the men to rot.”“Is this true?” the man asked Bea.“Yes. They wore feathers and war paint, and used Indian weapons.”“Can you identify any of the killers?”“No, I could only see hands, arms and feet from where I was hiding, and their voices were muffled.”In a mock attempt at sadness, the man said,. I tried to nod while not interrupting my cock sucking. “Very good Tommy… or should I say Uncle Tom?” Felix said in a condescending manner, having no idea how painful his racially charged comments were to a young black man like me. Chris and Ben laughed at the racist joke and Felix felt encouraged to go on degrading me, now laughing too. I could not fathom the degree of humiliation, having this white boy laugh at me and hurling racist jokes at me while I was sucking his cock. Every. Everything was looking good.Tess, especially, was looking good -- if you were a voyeuristic male sex-fiend who liked girls with big knockers wearing wet t-shirts.I was one of those males, and, apparently, so were most of the other people in our growing gallery.I imagined the announcers covering the tournament on television: "Something seems to be happening out on the fifth tee, ladies and gentlemen. We're sending our roving reporter, Patricia Whitworth, over there now to see what it might.