I can feel the growing wetness between my legs as you move over to the bed and lie next to me. You gently caress my neck and face and lightly run your...finger across my lips. As I part them you bend over and press your lips against mine, your tongue searching deep inside my mouth. I moan as I feel your hands squeezing and mashing my breasts through the thin material of my lacy bra. I can feel you taking my hard nipples between your thumb and forefinger gently pinching them. I reach behind and. Breathing like a race horse, I positioned myself over her body and she guided me in and it was like magic, something so natural yet so strange. I can still remember the feeling of sinking into her warm wet cunt like it was yesterday. The feeling of her adjusting her hard body underneath me, her squeezing on my dick with her tight cunt muscles. It was just too much for me and I came in her, in huge gushes, shuddering in pure delight as I filled her with my virgin cum. Looking back I still don't. Verne and Charley the Indian Man. While in my usual worshiping position between Verne’s legs, a story on the television about some Indians and cowboys got my friend to talking about an Indian he knows or knew. “The way you use your tongue, Bob,” Verne said as he flopped his flaccid eight inch penis up towards his umbilicus (belly button) so his testicles were more available to me for an occasional lick. “Reminds me of Charley, the Indian man, whom I ran into as I hitchhiked across New Mexico. “Brian, Laura, why don’t you take this house. It’s big and central. I think your leadership has been recognized sufficiently to need it. Besides, there is room here for your three older children.”Tom and the girls were standing with us. Laura and I grinned. She said, “Well, ‘older children, ‘ will this house do for us?” All three brightened to realize that we planned to keep them with us. They looked at each other and then nodded at us.We carried our cases to the front porch. Everyone cheered.