As we talked her ice cream started melting down the side of the cone. When the melt reached her fingers Charlotte looked at it, then back at me and st...ck her tongue out then very slowly licked the cone, from bottom to top, the running cream puddled on her tongue before she swallowed it. With her eyes holding mine prisoner, my daughter licked the melting ice cream from the cone very slowly, very erotically, until the cone was clean. My blood pressure rose to about 400, my cock stretched so far. I encouraged my wife to remove her heels, and we stood around talking as my wife pulled the bedspread back and sat on the side of the bed since her feet were sore from the heels. I kept her wine glass filled as she giggled at our friends jokes. I was excited to watch as my wife sat chatting with our friend, the hem of her dress had risen up with her sitting, and her white lace thong panty was peeking out from her beautiful legs in the position she was seated. Our friend had also caught the. Unlike the paintings of the white artists our grass grew tall and dried on the stem. It took a hundred acres to feed one cow ... but there were millions of acres and just a few cows ... at first. Timber was sparse on the plains but our Sacred hills had timber. The most grievous lie was that the plains were uninhabited by humans and had been for millions of years.The Crow bred far faster than the People and they gobbled our lands; Growing Room they said. The Pawnee snipped; a piece here, a. Obvious to me but clearly not to him, as it is his voice that has caught my attention. As effortlessly elegant as the woman is my new dark, tanned, unbleached linen suited, strong-featured, quintessentially Gallic, slightly jowly, five o’clock shadowed, croc shoed, watch strapped and belted, Serge Gainsbourg look-a-like figure of green-eyed monstrous hate. My hate, my jealousy — monsieur Great Tan doesn’t even know I exist. He’s too busy shouting at madame Sex-On-A-Stick. I can see the spittle.