I told Susy about him and she wanted me to let him fuckher too. I had her over to spent the night a few timesafter that and we both had him fuck us. S...sy was a reallittle slut as she got on her hands and knees and lethim fuck her. I learned how to do it too as she helpedme take him that way. I got to where I liked it betterdoggie style than with him on top. Susy was a goodteacher, but she moved away a few weeks later.The people who moved into their house was an oldercouple. The man was so sweet. It made me wonder of what possible use such a thing could be.I received no answers, nor did I ask, and over time my body healed itself. I forgot most of my dreams, but not completely as they revisited me occasionally in my sleep. But they weren't nightmares or anything, they resembled more the sexual dreams everyone has once in awhile. Sometimes I'd dream of Whitecloud touching me, making his art on my body, piercing my flesh without pain, but rather with pleasure. Other times it was the wolf,. Her mind rebelled against the implication that she could not button her blouse without Frank's permission. She took her hands away from the buttons before she spoke."You shouldn't do these things to me," she whispered, "it's indecent to do this in public. I can't lay here covered with only a blanket." Martha's objections died down as Frank reached over under the blanket and caressed her breasts. He worked her nipples until they were both hard."Could you help me with something?" Frank asked in a. At all this intensity I stumbled backwards, afraid I was going to fall,fumbling when I quickly regained balance and jumped up and stood on myfeet. I really was an athlete, a fighter. I looked into my mind. I knewboxing, martial arts, weapons training, and fight choreography and allthe technical terms. I even knew some better acting from tips that someof the actors gave me and the lessons my agent, Mal, sent me to. I ranback to the living and found something, a knife. I tossed it in the.