Unfortunately, we were interrupted almost immediately by the glaring headlights of an oncoming car. Damn that car! I had been looking forward to kissi...g her all night. We got into the car and began to make out. She quickly started trying to try to get inside my bra, but the divider between the front seats kept getting in the way. I was hoping we would at least get to make out for a while even though she had requested a mellow evening, so I asked her if she wanted to get in the back seat.She. She held the birch out in front of her and brushed the twigs over his chest. John opened his eyes and looked at the young girl, his eyes moved to her delicate hand holding the birch."Did it hurt you?" She asked innocently. The boy blushed, tears rolled down his cheeks."It feels like I am on fire." He managed to whisper."Well it's all over with now so I am going to put it back in the brine." She moved to the corner of the room and placed the birch back in the barrel. She moved back and stood in. Well, if we wanted the Comanches to ride into the little valley, I had to be doing the right thing. The leaders of the group saw me and started shooting while riding as fast as their horses could move down the valley toward me. I didn't have time to count the Comanches between the valley walls, but a quick glance made it look like everybody had arrived. If I didn't know better, I would swear that there were a thousand Indians all trying to shoot little old me.I was returning their fire. Hell,. I had broached the subject of the swinging parties a number of times and was always met with no-way-was-it-going-to-happen.Nancy would always argue that I would not love her anymore if she fucked other guys. I would counter it had nothing to do with love, it was only sex. Sex for pleasure and nothing more.During a very hot lovemaking session, when I had fucked Nancy and had given her multiple orgasms, I had told her to imagine it was George, Ray, Billy or Fred fucking her. I told her how much.