” I walk over to my horse for the carbine and fire off two. “What’s that all about Pappa?” “I’m calling Gray Cloud in to introduce you gir...s. Now don’t be surprised how he looks, he dresses old style Indian, loin cloth and mocks. He’s a firm believer of the old ways, living off the land and all. His wife and girls are the same way. If he had his way, he would move the whole tribe here and go back in time with them to those old ways.” Within minutes, an Indian comes riding slowly into camp.. " Yes, you most certainly did," came Jim's reply.They were both aroused but neither was sure what the other was thinking.After a short silence, Sheila asked "Would you like to see the damage?"Jim felt his cock stiffen but did not want to appear too enthusiastic "If you want."Sheila moved to next to where he was sitting and turned and lowered her trousers and knickers to reveal her so recently spanked buttocks."Looks sore," said a now very highly aroused Jim."It is. You can touch it if you. I was out for a night of fun in one of my regular clubs dressed for the kill in a short red pleated skirt red top and four inch open toe shoes, I was having a drink with one of my regular friends there and this guy walked in catching my attention I don’t know why but I knew it was him, it was like it was glowing with a light on him and his eyes on me. I stop in my tracks walking towards him our eyes focased on each other when I reach him and before I could even speak he said ‘Monica’ he knew it. I had known of my friend's predilection for erotic gatherings of his trusted close group. I don't remember how we got onto the conversation while he and I were out for a drink one evening. But it turns out that he was the host of regular orgies, invitation-only, anything goes. Only those he knew as clean and snipped were involved. Beyond that, he wouldn't divulge. Being an open-minded and sexually charged middle-aged guy, I was fascinated as he cautiously glossed over the details of these.