Two grown men screaming. “What the fuck Anna?”And I lost it.What the fuck Anna, while they were screwing blondie like a porno shoot?While they wer... inhabiting the kitchen I designed?In the house, I had dreamt of since I was 10 years of age?So, I lost it.Every fucking thing I could lay my hands on was thrown.Eventually, when three people ran from my house, there was blood on the floor, many smashed items of crockery, a broken art deco lamp, some candles, and the smell of a sex orgy.I married. Her hands on the back of my head. Our tongues so intertwined, I didn’t know hers from mine. She was in a frenzy. My cock pressed against my belly. My hands were kneading her small breasts, her nipples so hard against my palms. I felt her pussy grinding up and down the bottom of my shaft, so wet with anticipation. Hands on my shoulders now, she pushed back. Her smile was gone, replaced with lust. She stared at me then looked down at my cock, trapped between us. “I want to feel it,” she nearly. ’ Charles and Chelsea leaned forward as did Ruby. You went through school and university with my mother, Shelia Wells.’ ‘Ohmigod, one of my best friends. When you said had been reared in Tauranga I thought of asking you if you knew her. We’ve lost touch — so she’s Shelia Chandler these days?’ ‘Yes, runs her own accountancy firm and is a leading business adviser and often is appointed to Government committees.’ Chelsea’s foot was back to running up and down Harry’s leg and that touching was now. The saloon, bank and most likely the hotel would be missing but the stables, blacksmith, saddlemaker, etc. would all have their own places on the outskirts of town. I'd even pictured a collection of teepees with the elders meeting around a fire at one time.What I saw was a beautiful valley with homes spread out across it. It was at least a quarter mile between the houses but they mostly averaged a mile and a half to two. The construction seemed to be mostly wood and stone. Most places had a.