Her breasts had been slowly growing to firm high C cups.. maybe low D's. Her braided black hair snaked down her chest between her firm mounds. She was... always considered beautiful and graceful with one small hang-up. She always covered her upper body or made herself sit in was that concealed the scars across her back and the brand of her former life on the back of her neck. She rarely allowed anyone, even her love to see her shame of her former life. Tonight, she only wore the fishnets from when. "That same month, a small party of hunters stopped by the cabin. One of them was Bright Morning's cousin. We invited them in and had a meal. He and Bright Morning had a talk and he came over to me and told me he appreciated my taking care of his cousin and her daughter."I care for them because they are family," I told him. He smiled and they rode off.Telling Bright Morning's cousin that she was family will help all of the family should the Arapaho go on the warpath against whites on or near. It did not take long for one after the other to take one or the other in their hands and mouths. My nipples were hard as they were continually licked and sucked. They were tweaked and pulled. As much as I tried to hate these men that were ravishing my body, I could feel myself get wet. I kicked slowly as the men pulled my pants from my body. I didn’t want this, I told myself. These men were cruel and wreck less. As I continued to try and convince myself of this, my pants were already. In my mind it was as if she was claiming her right on me.But far from being offended by her sitting so close to me, it did trilled me to the utmost. Yes for the very first time ever, a female was purposely sitting next to me and she was thus proclaiming to the eyes of the world that there was a bound between her and me. I was now glad that I hadn't bought the smaller sport car that the dealer was trying to sell me. It had bucket seats and if I had bought it, Rachel wouldn't be sitting as close.