Boothe Eduard Pelletier and his Shoshone wife, Mejesse – with their daughter Willah, have made their home on the upper Shoshone River, each fall and...winter since Willah was born here. She’ll soon celebrate her fifteenth birthday, and she’s very much involved in the trapping of beaver. Adept at setting traps, skinning, scraping and stretching beaver pelts to dry, Willah runs her own trapline each day during trapping season on the Shoshone.Beaver flourish along the Shoshone, Big Horn, and. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio. She pictured him in her minds eye in a third person perception and replayed the scene she had been dreaming about for so long. The visual images playing behind her closed lids almost took her over the edge and she took her fingers away from the temptation of rubbing her clit and fucking her to a crashing high. It was a supreme effort and Jenny contented herself with a taste of her moisture and female lubrication as she sucked off her wetness from slickened fingers.She was ready, but he hadn't. Jason’s upbringing prepared him to be irate at this other man doing it with his wife -- one of his wives? -- but he just smiled.Jason had been going three minutes but felt like finishing up. It seemed that was the norm, that he would just finish when he felt like it. He felt like it. He panted and groaned and shot his second load of the day into Gertrudehelp. He had to admit he liked this way of doing sex better than with Alison, where it was all about timing and mood and balancing desires and.