She was sopping. It certainly wasn't the shower water. This fluid was lubrication.I raised her arms and placed them at forehead level against the show...r wall and then reaching round with one hand I opened her lower lips. With the other hand I guided my cock to her hole and plunged in. I had completely forgotten that she might be sore and she gasped as I entered her. I stopped completely buried."Oh, my darling! Did I hurt you?" Just a bit but don't worry it's just what I want. Can you hold still. I’m not sure how much we can change the course of the river we call time.For instance, how much did my outing Ray, my asshole son in law, change history? The answer was not a lot. It did cause them to get a divorce. That was inevitable though. It would have happened no matter what I did. It took just over a year before they settled it.Thia decided during that year that the Lawyer Chic was fun, and a lot more stable, but she just drifted away. According to Thia she was not about commitment, so. He was still fast asleep. Relocking the door, she drew her bath, having decided that she would leave early for school, well before her stepfather would be awake. She knew that she would be safe at school, since Don would not be with her. Worry concerning him furrowed her brow. She couldn't understand why be had not returned home.Oh, God... I hope he hasn't had an a-accident with his motorcycle... or something... What that vague something was, she had no idea... but there was in her a feeling. They aren’t Earth.We knew we weren’t Crow or Lakota. They were other than us. We wouldn’t even have looked for a name if we didn’t exist in both times. We were the People. They were Pawnee. Those others were whiteman. We didn’t need to name ourselves.It was the same with Phile and me. People in the tribe called us like they called all the kids. Little boy and little girl. Or now, they often called us Hestȧhkeho, Twins. When we became adults, the Great Spirit, or perhaps Yelloweye, would give us.