"Wow. I don't know," I looked at Dad, he looked back at me. "I never thought to try that!"That really was the sort of the tone of our lives for the ne...t several months as I probed the limits of what I could and couldn't do. No, I could not move an object though a spot without moving myself. But it felt like I should be able to, and I had a hunch that it was not a matter of could I do it, it was a matter of learning how.Back in the real world, school was in full swing, and I found I had a social. We cuddled together after we had finished and drifted off to sleep. When we had completed the new cabin I felt it was time to make a trip to see William at the trading post.Fifteen dollars was what it cost for the Sharps .50 caliber rifle on the wall behind William. It was very new and had its own tool to reload the cartridges it used. The cartridge took a cap on the end and was filled with powder then placed in the tool so the powder could be pressed down then the bullet was added and again. She asked me what I was doing. ‘I’m coming to fuck you and finish what you started before I caught you fingering your cunt, that ok?’ I asked. Her response - ‘Come and stick your stiff cock in my dripping hole and fuck me hard’. I needed no second invitation and momentarily I forgot about the couple across the field as I entered my wife from behind. Her pussy was soaking, I could feel her juices running out of her and I asked her if she’d cum already? She said she hadn’t but was so horny with. I was always wanting my wife to dye her hair red, and one day in the supermarket when she was selecting a colour, I picked out a red I liked, and told her to try it. She got a bit mad with me, and said you dye yours red if you like I am not. Of course I gladly took up the offer. Loved it! until the vibrance of the colour faded. I then decided I wanted to go blonde, and a friend of ours said I should seek professional advice, and put me in touch with a friend of hers who was a hairdresser. Took.