I was the Indian Princess, sacrificing her virginity (okay, I wasn’t a virgin, but I was in the zone, ya know?) for the good of the tribe – or whatever the fuck the legend was. Amateur porn “It’s almost sunset,” I remarked seeing the western sky from this vantage point. His finger went inside me, as I spread my legs, I wanted more. I would have a litter of braves, sons of my son, a squad of the squaw’s sons to service her needs, hunting by day for deer-meat, by night providing all the man-meat she could handle. She wished that the great Spirit would be her first. I lay back down on the blanket to allow my son full access to my private parts. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips to give himself leverage. I toss my bra to the side, as Marty dragged off my panties. “Trust me, mom.” was all he said. this sad and tragic wound – yes, he lived, but to suffer such a devastating injury breaks a mother’s heart.
