I discussed the possibility with White Buck, and all he would say was, “Fawn is your wife, so it is your decision.”The two matriarchs, the grandmo...hers, were horrified at the idea of a woman becoming a warrior. It was bad enough that my wives all carried guns, a woman acting as a warrior was just unheard of. The question actually wound up before the Women’s Council of Elders, and they absolutely forbid such an excursion.Uh-oh, they should have kept quiet on the subject. I had reached my limit. When I walk past the cube truck, I see a red Dodge truck parked beside it. I see that there is a driver behind the wheel but no passenger. I slowly make my way around the back of the Dodge and surreptitiously walk towards the driver's door. Sure enough, the passenger is down in the wheel well and has leaned over and is sucking the driver's cock. They have not seen me yet and I freeze, except for my staring eyes of course which blink in wonderment and surprise. The passenger has established a. My sister and Braedi are in 69 eating and fingering one another. I look back to Caty and kiss her and let my hand drop to her pussy and start to finger her. She drops her head to my to crotch and starts to suck my cock. I moan and soon I am hard again. Caty straddles me and slides down on my cock. We start to move together. I can hear four different women moaning. It’s an amazing sound. I move my hand down to her clit and start to rub it fast. Soon Caty is screaming like a banshee. “Fuck me. John began feeling somewhat lost and disordered as they headed home. His life required stocktaking, required evaluation, required a new direction, required action. Sorting out one’s life, however, is no easy task. Women have a hard time organizing their shoe closet and men keeping their underwear aligned in the drawer and properly stored. John just felt things were not quite right in his life, he was, in short unhappy. John was sure there was a pithy Latin phrase that would encapsulate his.