Finally, he had Hawk stop next to another wickiup, only this one had a fair sized stream behind it and there was no fire ring near the front opening. ...awk helped the old man down from the truck. The old man looked deep into Hawk’s eyes and said, “Strip, bathe and go to spirit lodge. No clothes.” Hawk was puzzled by the man’s strange demeanor, but did as he instructed. When he finally entered the lodge it was so filled with steam he could barely see the outline of the old man who was pointing to. “No... No!.. NO!” she screamed as the first pulses pierced her cunt. Her scream was even louder when the pulses struck in her ass.She decided that there was nothing she could do about the poking pulses and tried to relax and accept them– or at least, endure them. When she did, something changed. They didn’t exactly become pleasurable, but they were no longer pain. They were just... very intense.She didn’t know how long the pokey pulses lasted, but almost as soon as it switched back over to the. .a..pervert." That's not what I asked Mark," Serena said, glaring at him. "I asked,"Serena said slowly, "do you like my tits?"The boy just stared at Serena completely perplexed. How did she know hisname? Furthermore why was everyone else in class not paying attention towhat was going on with Serena and himself? They were all still juststaring ahead at the teacher, who was droning on about something orother. It was like they didn't see anything out of the ordinary going onnow."Their not going to. "Junior rattled off the names of the performers and ran off the stage. The lights in the back of the stage came up. I got a good look at the group. Taco Jones was about forty and wearing a fringed cowboy suit that would have made Dale Evans blush, let alone Roy Rogers. His three enchiladas were thirty-something and dressed the same way. They were armed with two guitars and a drum set.The less said about Taco Jones, the better. They played country. But it was old country, and I mean oooooold..