When they came over the next rise they were in sight of the fortified building and the reinforcements they were in desperate need of. The Indians gave... up a shout of defeat and wheeled off to the foothills whooping like evil spirits in search of new prey. They made their way down to the station and pulled up in a cloud of dust and shouting from the vaqueros letting the station master know the stage had finally arrived. Ex-Major Harrison was a bit slow-moving these days because a horse had thrown. I had heard stories about the numerous razing techniques that different frat groups used, but they never really told you what you are going to face until you experienced it firsthand.I literally got to understand why they called it hell week. Finally it was over and we recited the pledges and swore oats of allegiance to our new members.The next item on the list was the party, which was really great. There was alcohol at all corners and I drank like I had never drunk before. It felt like a. He told me his name was Joe, he was some type of surgeon who liked to hunt up here in the northwoods with his boys, and liked to visit the gloryholes to get a good sucking. He went to get us a glass of scotch, which was going down good, and taking the edge off. Joe went to the loft, and changed into a robe, and joined me on the couch. His robe was a bit open, and that sweet cock was just lying there waiting to be sucked.Joe put his hand behind my head and pulled it down toward his lap. I wasn't. Mom swallowed it.Then I lied on the bed next to her.“Thank you, my slut”, I said.“Oh, I am your slut now?” she asked in a husky voice.“Of course, you are,” I said as I kissed her lips.“You are better than your dad. You are better than most”, she said.“What the fuck do you mean? How many men have fucked you”, I asked.“I don’t keep count. Should be around 15 or 20”, she said.“You are a fucking bitch.”“Who said I am not a bitch?”, she said as she got on top of me.“Am I better than Ganesh?”, I.