My Uncle Steve, her husband and my mom's brother, was a truck driver and not home so I was alone with Sarah for the first time I could ever recall. It... immediately increased my heart rate a bit just with that thought, to be honest. Her ass looked perfect even in pajamas and her nipples showing through the top told me she had no bra on. I think she caught me looking so I was surprised when she asked if I wanted breakfast. I readily agreed.I wouldn't say my cock got hard but I could feel it. Walla, who still suffered from his wound, had tried to stay, too, but they had insisted he act as guide to find my camp, although I was sure that a blind man could follow the three-day trail that was now so well established.I didn’t want all the Indians to see our cabin, so Walla, who had more stamina than the rest, set off to fetch down the ladies. He had never seen the cabin either, but Walla was the best tracker of any Indian and he had no trouble seeing the path I took even though I had. "D'you kill them?" the woman asked, furrowing her brow."Nope, not usually. We trade them for our prisoners mostly, after we wring 'em out some."She nodded. I went off on my rounds and returned to the tavern that evening. Amanda came over quickly with a beer and whispered, "Sal's got one. Hook's in his jaw, want t'reel 'im in?"I looked across the smoky room and found Sally sitting beside a brightly uniformed but wigless officer with long, lank hair and polished boots. He was holding the girl's. "While their roommates were at the club, Joan and Chris had changed for bed in their room. Chris was in a pair of sweats and nude pantyhose while Joan had on a skimpy nightgown and thong panties. "Finally alone," Joan said as she pushed Chris' pant leg up and ran her hand up and down his nylon covered leg." Yeah, I guess," Chris sighed, "I don't know how you can be interesting in someone who dresses up like me when someone like Roger is here." You had your chance to be straight with other girls.