I meant to get some more books when I went back to Marty's next year.The clan was bigger now than it had ever been. I thought often and long about my ...ole in the clan.I fished some and thought about my situation. I decided that I loved my wives and would not worry about them and loving me anymore. I loved them and I was going to let them love me.I worked on planting the wheat before the snow fell. We also sawed a couple of days a week.My sweet wives had worked out a schedule for spending time. She was standing on one foot and leaning back against a tree. And, most unusual, she was wearing britches and boots like a cavalryman.I took her little gun from her and tossed it over my shoulder, smiled at her as best I could and asked how badly she was hurt."Twisted my bleeding ankle," she said, sucking in air. She had tied her hair back like mine, but her queue was a good bit longer and the color of cream; a white gold is what it was."Sit," I said."Leave me alone," she said. "I'm not afraid. This was so sexy, so arousing.The tingle that I often got when I masturbated grew until it was all over my legs and midsection and I began to tremble as I was overtaken by a massive orgasm. A bright white light flashed in my eyes and the next thing I knew was Denise and Ron were crouched over me as Ron picked me up and brought me in to their bed."She must have fainted or passed out," Denise said as she wiped my face with a cool, wet cloth.I lay there just becoming aware of where I was and what. The next hour and a half was heavenly bliss. Chris sat on the edge of the bed as Ronda straddled his lap. He held her gently as his hands lightly caressed the side of her face and down her arms. He touched her lips lightly before licking them to get them wet. He kissed her large bottom lip one, then twice before fully kissing her. He pulled her top off and dropped it to the floor. Her 36c?s rested on her chest and her large dark nipples were crying out for attention. Moving his hands from her.