....just pure SENSATION. My mind spun. I literally would have killed to have that feeling again and again and again. It was like a rush of heroin. ...A narcotic turn on. For a child, that's a big thing to cope with, to process through a child's mental computer. After the spasms of intense pleasure (beyond pleasure), had subsided, the water rushing on the funny spot hurt like hell. I knew the playtime was over and I had to remove the hose or my little bottom (that's what my mother called my. Well, I thought it was funny!I slipped into camp and headed for the horses. The Comanches were sure to leave if they had to chase their horses. Chasing off horses wasn't as much fun as killing Comanches, but it was a hell of a lot easier and quicker way to get rid of them. I managed to kill the guard on duty at the horse picket line, so I knew that I would not be bothered for a while. It took quite a bit longer to do, but it was a lot more certain way to get rid of the horses if I went down the. ‘I wonder if I look the same to her?’ she pondered briefly.As they continued to play with themselves their bodies shifted closer, both were acutely aware of the intimacy, both liked it. Their eyes locked, bodies rocking in motion in harmony, Sandy’s back arched as she pushed her crotch up onto her fingers.‘I’m nearly there now, right on the edge Lorna.’‘Okay’, gasped Lorna, ‘let’s do it.’Both increased the speed of their fingers, rubbing urgently now at their hard clits, they watched as each. "I mulled that over for a moment."So, you had this other man, this Omar, get you pregnant?" That's right," the man I'd usually regarded as my father, replied."You let another man get my mother pregnant?" Yes," he said, openly acknowledging this fact with a slight shrug of his shoulders.For a moment I wasn't sure what to say to that."You weren't...jealous?" I inquired, somewhat surprised as I thought about some of the implications of that."Well," my white 'father/parent' said, "not really. I was.