One evening he started to come to my room and slept on the floor beside my bed. He was, as a rule, not allowed into the house. He was older now and no...one seemed to care. He didn't mess all over the place, except when it was muddy outside and his feet needed to be wiped off.A few weeks went by with me noticing that Luther was not missing any night now without sleeping in my room. No problem I thought, as long as he doesn't mess things up, all would be OK with me.One night, about two in the. Lest you surmise that I am gay, let me put that to rest. I am not 'gay.' Nor am I 'bisexual.' But I am certainly not 'gay!' I admit to admiring these very manly, and dominant men that have fucked my wife, and gotten her pregnant; and yes I do find a certain 'envy' towards their far, far bigger cocks than mine; but that is not an indication of being 'gay,' or it isn't for me. I have never 'participated', directly, physically, with the other men my wife has fucked. In all such circumstances I've. "Ikuno went purple with embarrassment yet again, "What? How?"Kal was giving the girl a piercing stare, the question plain on his face.Perra sat back in a huff returning his glare, "When you two send me out for an hour at a time to 'pick berries' or 'gather herbs' those berries and herbs aren't always that far from the cave, you and Ikuno can both get rather noisy."Kal blushed scarlet, Ikuno gave up and pulled the blankets up over her head which meant Kal was once again grabbing at the furs to. He ordered a drink and we made some small talk. Looking at him I noticed that he was in very good shape, very wide shoulders and a very small waist. In the back of my mind I decided he was a very good looking young man. Hot in fact. As we continued chatting I told him of my divorce and the fact that I had no man in my life and wasn't looking for one. We were both leaving in the morning and after our second drink I was thinking of heading up when he looked at me and said, "You know you are a.