Laramie Wyoming Bell, the child we lost ... and me. Above us, a single stone. Theresa Ranae Bell who ran off to marry a Cheyenne brave named White Hor...e.I lay down on that stone that I was sure was my Laramie and screamed into the night. Hands were on my shoulders and I looked up into the eyes of my lovers—into other eyes a hundred years ago—and cried.My cry was answered by the call of Redtail.Traveling: PassingThe lips I was kissing were sweet. The release of my balls made me cry out in a mix. And rock hard body. When he sat down by me on the sofa I could feel myself already getting wet. Just knowing I would soon be fucking someone new and getting another black cock was a real turn on for me. Kel and I really hit it off and as we got to know each other Hubby served us drinks and stayed in the background. After a couple of drinks Kel pulled me into his arms and kissed me.God! He felt so good. I want him and we were soon making out and our hands exploring each others bodies. As he slid. ‘Where could they have gone?’ I thought perhaps she had left them in the bathroom. I covered her once more with the coat and rejoined the party. I noticed 2 of the guys Carrie had pointed out as some of the ones who had ‘come on’ to her in the office. What caught my attention was the fact that they were going to the bathroom together. I thought no more of it and went on enjoying myself. After a while I thought I had better check on Carrie again. Again her coat was on the floor and I couldn’t. Tharsas bowed to the blonde-haired merchant's daughter with whom he was dancing when the music stopped, and turned to find he was staring directly at Lavina. He stiffened — the confidence and amusement he had felt all evening draining away from him, in the face of his half-sister."May I have this dance, Lord Tharsas?" Lavina asked, as the musicians started another song — sarcasm evident when she spoke the honorific.An encounter that had begun exactly this way was why Tharsas had stopped.