.he's been fucking her at least once/twice a week ever since.) I was happy that she finally admitted *something* and tried to be reassuring. (I was ha...d as a rock at that point, but my wife was acting very vulnerable right then, so I suppressed my libido and just held her. We didn't fuck or anything...just talked quietly for a little while longer and eventually went to sleep.I never let on to my wife that I could tell from her underwear that she was still fucking her friend's husband. For the. I explored deep into his mouth until he groaned suggestively. ‘Take me James, I’m ready, I was only ever saving myself for you’ He didn’t need words, the wild look in his eye was enough. his hand slid smoothly down the front of my floral panties, over the peachy skin there and between my moist folds. I took a steadying breath as he massaged the sensitive nub he found, every time he passed over it I would gasp and buck, he teased me slowly, building up and then slowing down until I was a. "Hello Mike; or should I say Michele?" he sneered.I turned around shocked. Steve was ten years older but just as menacing. He was tall and rangy and his grey hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He wore prison issue jeans but he was also wearing none-issue polished black 'biker boots' and an Hawaiian shirt, open to the throat where a gold chain and locket was visible."What the fuck ... who ... what the fuck are you doing here?" I stammered.I just stared into his face dumbfounded."Eddies dead;. We had two daughters. They’s both dead now, but three of my granddaughters and their braves and kits are in this bunch. One of the squaws here was my first squaw’s niece and her brave and kits are here. I’m telling you, the reason the Baldwins are going to have cattle for sale is because they was here to warn about the coming storms and they worked side by side with the Baldwins keeping the cattle from drifting out of the county.”“You Baldwin, line up the Indians so I can look them over. Is.