Shilla who was opposite me was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was shouting something to me, but with all the noise I couldn’t hear what it was... she was saying. The music slowed and finally came to a halt. The other diners were still clapping and cheering as Shilla pointed to my front. Both my tits had parted company from my top and were now completely naked and on show to everyone. I blushed and hurriedly tried to make myself decent. Shilla put. Jim, why don’t you slip those trousers off.He did. Now he sat there just in a pair of boxers.What would you like tonight? She asked.The loud music was barely audible in the background. Her hand rubbing the bulge buildng in his underwear.I was kind of interested in your breasts. Can I see and touch them, maybe suck on your beautiful nipples? He answered. “Then maybe will see where that leads.”Amy began to move a bit faster on my crotch. My cock was buried in her wet cunt as far as my jeans would. After a while, she then asked “Kaisa laga? (how did you feel) And I knew she was referring to that moment.I did not know how to respond and started saying sorry again. She pulled herself closer to me and kept her finger on my lips to stop me from apologizing. She took my hand in her palms. She slowly slid my hand across her waist. My hand was all over her stomach up until her belly button.Her hand was stopping me from taking my hand back. Even before gaining my senses as to what’s happening,. They were identical in every respect to the Geronimo band of renegades with the possible exception of the blinding hatred of white men that ruled their every thought and deed.Sam could easily understand the exhaustion of living every day like it might be your last day on Earth but it seemed a little premature for the reservation Indians to solve the Geronimo problem without interference from the cavalry and the outsiders that didn’t understand the Indian way of taking care of their own.