I learned to love it when he smacks my ass, spreading my cheeks apart and pushes the head of his cock- slowly at first... and stopping to let my sphin...ter get used to it. When I was ready, I'd push against him, forcing him deep inside me. He pumped slowly at first, until he was all the way in and then he proceeded with slow easy strokes. I was in ecstasy."How does this feel", he'd say."Oh so good!" I'd tell him.After a while, it would drive me crazy, and I'd feel dirty, realizing he had his. Both of the Grandfathers, and all of his Uncles would teach him about farming and ranching, Dave would teach him about building things to last the best, and Mommy and his Aunts could teach him about life, and good manners. His Grandmothers would teach him the most important thing of all. How to be a fine, polite, and worthy MAN. They would all teach him about things like common sense, truth, and honesty. They ALL believed that a man's word was his bond. It was the final estimation of a REAL. He opened the door for me, "After you, my dear." As I brushed past him I got the faint whiff of aftershave and soap, but also an indefinable scent that was his underlying natural scent. My knees almost buckled, but I maintained my stride.The book he wanted was in the far, dark corner, away from the door and windows. When I reached up to take the book from the shelf, I felt him move close behind me ... he put his lips to my ear and breathed, "I've wanted to get you up here since first I saw. Please remember that white men do not understand Apache ways at the best of times, and the white men here are new arrivals from a faraway land. Most speak no Spanish. There are also a few who speak no English, either. There are some helpers with both Spanish and English, so please use them as interpreters if the need should arise,” I said.At his nod of understanding we walked over to where Heinrich was standing. I introduced them to each other and explained to Heinrich that the Apaches would be.