Then the Crow and Pawnee allied with the soldiers ... and they gave presents; guns and all the ammunition the indian scouts could use.The constant war...are wore us down. Frosty mornings hurt my bones and the constant winter glare bothered my eyes. My wives were sick one winter and never woke up. My children were captured or killed in the continual wars.I got old. When did that happen? The war path lost it’s charm and excitement. When I had killed that southern officer ... in a fair fight ... it. Mom was kneeling in a doggy position so I pulled her towards me fiercely by clutching her thunderous thighs. Before fucking my mother’s ass, I buried my face in her wide enormous ass and kept tingling her insides with my tongue vigorously. She kept moaning like a bitch. After about 5 minutes I stopped tingling and I bit my mom’s pussy wildly, to which she jerked her body and gasped in pain and pleasure.I didn’t wait any longer, I pulled her towards the edge of the bed and at one go I thronged. As I went home that night, my mind was whirling, how would I make this come true? When I got home that night, it was the normal ritual except my mind was racing. When Traci and I went to bed, she asked me if everything was OK, I told her that I had a lot on my mind with work and such, she smiled and said is it OK if I take your mind off of it as she gave me that sexy smile, I was so turned on I didn’t need to be asked twice. The fantasy was great but my mind raced on how I was going make it. I stuck my head around the corner to see what was going on, and there was Betty (my old girlfriend), my sister, Chuck, and Rose sitting on the stairs and talking. They asked me to joint them if I wanted to, so I sat down too, still sort of hoping to get something started with Betty again. It didn't take long to discover that one of the themes of the conversation was Rose's frustration with Al and his extended trips back to the college he attended to see his old friends. It was obvious to her.