Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the relationship he and I have doesn't really let me see the real him."Still, I don't think he lets Meredith hang out here beca...se of some sense of nostalgia. I think he has come to genuinely like the person she has become. I know I like her. She's like a cool older sister, you know. But I also know that Brock has no trouble standing up for himself. I was right outside the second time Meredith showed up here. He told her a lot of what you just did. He said he can't let. She told me only she and her dad knew of her nickname. She asked me about the other side, I told her how peaceful it was, I also confided in her I tried to stay, but God sent me back, he told me to tell you he loves you. I had a long recovery, and Cindy stayed by my side for six months of rehab. She helped and encouraged me every step of the way. Carrie asked me about my relationship with Cindy. I told Carrie it was none of her business. Carrie said she knew that Cindy was fucking her underage. He began to sing something in his native tongue. It was a surreal sight to see this war-painted Indian in the light of the torches.Evelyn continued her story by telling us that after standing a short time beside the platform the Indian had come to sit beside her on the bearskin, laid her down on her back, unbuttoned her dress, kissed and caressed her breasts. After about a minute he had begun to take off her old style underwear. When they were off, he had told her with a loud voice, which she. They solved that by pulling me into my room and striping the shirts off. They undressed me as I stammered and pushed me into bed. Kazahana stalked onto me and straddled me before Misty held my cock and she wiggled down it. I groaned as her tight and warm pussy surrounded my cock.She smiled and wiggled as Misty laid beside us, "this is what we enjoy Michael."I reached up and began to feel her breasts and she started to thrust and rock. Her pussy was grabbing at and pulling on my cock as it came.