My husband had made us some drinks, put on some favorite background music, and dimmed the lights. I had completed my own preparations, wearing only th...t which I knew would produce the desired effect on my virile man: a lacy bra and panties, and, above all, the black spike-heeled shoes that accentuated my long and (I must say) very attractive legs. I was hot to trot! My man was still the handsome, thoughtful person I had married. Partly because he was still attracted to me, I had made special. Only, her thoughts are in the form of 'I', as if thispart of her seemed as if it were not a part of her at all, but that ofsomeone of a different time, a different place, a different culture, evena different gender. Yet, at this moment, even in this little confusion,things also seem normal, seem right. These thoughts are part of her andat the same time seem to be residing somewhere outside of her. The manstands with his back to the rising moon and the young princesses facehim. The light. ‘For the record, I deny doing anything wrong. Other than that, I don’t want to discuss it with you.’ ‘I don’t want any Indians on my place, either,’ she hissed as James turned his back and walked away. ‘He wasn’t even a full Indian, just a half-breed,’ she mumbled to herself as she turned toward her door. ‘Just be sure to out on time!’ she yelled at James as he disappeared around the corner. In the next days James found much difficulty finding a place to live. He was determined not to impose on. She thoroughly cleaned the tarp and neatly folded it and took it to the box with the other equipment. She went back to the well and cleaned the dildos. She slowly reinserted them into her cunt and then her ass. Then she crawled to the door, knocked on it, and assumed the same kneeling position as before.When Darrell opened the door and saw Karen in the proper position with her dildos in place, he smiled and said, “Very good bitch, I see you finally finished. It sure took you long enough and.