Although he knew he was not homosexual, he was well aware he needed the buzz of a variety of sexual opportunities. His appetite for sex was huge and h... was greedy, he was adventurous and he just could not get enough of anything and everything. Yes, he knew that he could have an almost endless supply of black, slave women, but like the Boston hookers, they did not appeal. He needed other things. The forbidden. Just like the one he’d found with Guy that marvellous snowy night all those years. It was theft. It was performed by the U.S. Government, a body which I had previously held in relatively high esteem after the emancipation of the slaves in 1865. It represented a degrading and debasing attitude toward the Native American people, treating them as so many children; when in reality, they had a superior inherent understanding of how to respect and live with the land. Yes, they had a genetic weakness for alcohol and they did not have immunities against common 'white' diseases, like. I suppose I might have felt a little bit envious. His balls were covered in Debbie’s juices now.“Go on Jacob; get more on top of her. Suck her tits… you can kiss her too.”Jacob pulled himself up to a full on missionary position. He propped himself up with one arm extended so the other one could feel her tits. Debbie seemed to be in heaven, she was in a full on kiss with him now. It was a complete passionate moment for them both. I began to feel that I wasn’t even there. I moved back a little. Her breathing more heavily now going at the same pace as my thrusts. Then she screamed again and squirted all over me and the chair she was on. "Oh my god" that was the best orgasim i ever had". Then I jokingly said "better then your fingers"? She opened her eyes and smiled "fuck yea" Even thought I had not yet climaxed, I was ready to put my clothes on because I thought she had enough for tonite. "What do you think your doing" she said? "just putting my pants on". "Oh no your not I have to.