Slowly she began the seductive dance down his chest, unbuttoning the shirt to nip at fine, dark hairs, twisting them playfully in her fingers… rubbi...g her cheeks against his belly so that she could feel his soft down on her face. He grasped her hair – the sensations she aroused in him undeniable and absolute. She gasped, feeling his control over her… and yet, he found her to be a precious treasure… to touch, explore, reveal… the passage to their destination never-ending… only detours of. She again settled back into her grandfather's comforting embrace.But, something was now different. When the girl moved, Pops' hand had slipped from her outer thigh and was now resting on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Without thinking about what he was doing, he continued massaging the tender, soft flesh. His fingers were less than an inch away from his granddaughter's most sacred feminine treasure.Pops knew he didn't dare lay a hand on that forbidden treasure. No sir, this he would not. Jethro grabbed the shaft of the lance as the horse thundered by and pulled the surprised Comanche from his seat on the horse. Jethro thrust his bowie knife nearly to the hilt in the Indian's throat before the man could recover from his fall.Dropping his knife, Jethro held the captured lance with both hands and rested the butt against the ground. The next horse to come at him impaled itself on the lance and fell over onto its Comanche rider, pinning him to the ground. The Indian was easily and. He spoke with a bit of a southeastern accent and had a deep, pleasant voice. He would go from Faire to Faire through the course of the year. He did games there, and he had a circuit he travelled. The Faire would be in the area soon, so he was in town. His name was Jasper.After his arrival, we were all sitting in Suzie's living room talking. Somehow, the conversation turned to my home situation. I started to cry, which I'd been doing a lot of lately at that time. I happened to be sitting next to.