“White men are afraid of the difference in the way Indians live their lives. Not all, maybe, not most. But the ones who are fearful are loud. They w...ant to think, no, to know, they are the best. The fear is, well, of being wrong. That the different thing might be as good, or even better. So, they lash out at what they fear.” Switching back to English, he added, “Indian the same. The mixing of the blood frights them even more.”“Frightens,” the boy corrected his father.“So like mother. Make me. We drank and laughed and flirted. I knew for sure he wanted me when i was laughing and i put my hand on his leg and i could feel his big thick cock hard in his pants going down his leg, i left my hand on it and gave it a squeeze. Finally i told them i had to get going and started to leave but they followed me out to the smoke pit. i started making out with one of them and the other watched in jealousy. I felt bad so i made out with him next and i started getting really horny. One of them said. " "ok" He gave me his number and he drove off and out of the neighborhood.I went home and was thinking to myself, that was kind of odd, laid down and dozed off, and for some reason I woke up and it was a little after 12:00, so I decided to text him,I wrote, Hey how you doing you gave me your number and said to text you?,Ya small little guy in the neighborhood right?, Yep, that's me, I noticed your panty line while you're walking, I thought oh boy, Is that a good thing or a bad thing?,No it's. Tentatively she pursed her lips against mine, then she opened her mouth as she surrendered.I broke the kiss and sat back.“Mike what is that thing?’ she asked looking up at the device.“I will answer all questions, BUT first you must be properly attired as I told you at school. Bare ass NAKED Marilyn ... NOW”Huddled at my feet her eyes searched my face as to judge my seriousness. I looked sternly down at her. I took my hand to reach up to the device poised above her. Her eyes widened in alarm and.