" Honey", I said, "This is not the time to be coy. I wanted that too. I took you there with the idea you would get fucked. I encourage you to let go. ...eeing you fuck him was so hot I climaxed in my pants without even touching myself. So please don't worry about me getting mad. I want you to do it again and again. That is why we went again and I hope you will go tomorrow night with me." I was so worried." And with that she snuggled against me. "Do you still love your little slut?" God, yes. I. John called Joe into the tavern and gave him a synopsis of the stories told by the men. He then pointed out that they could not let the Indians get away with such a raid, because they would only become more bold as they continued to meet little or no resistance.Joe agreed and said that Turtle, Ed, and he would look into the matter immediately. Swift action was necessary before the Indians could get out of reach. Joe went out back and explained to his friends what they needed to do. Well, Ed was. Perhaps a little too much tartan for a boy, but neutral nevertheless.The old oak bed was sturdy. She'd even found an old bureau for the boyto read at, or make models, or whatever boys did. The carpet was hardwearing, the room a fairly neutral light blue left over from when theBoss painted the kitchen. The old posters and a few old toys of theBoss's gave it a lived in look. She felt sure Dale would like it.The real point of inviting the boy into their family was for thedelicious contrast ,which. “Okay.”“Thank you,” I said, offering him my hand.He shook it reluctantly and then followed us out, sending Tricia off to get ready for bed.“Why?” he asked when we were on the step. “Why tomorrow?”I looked at the girls and then back at him. “Tricia’s a beautiful girl. She’s smart, she’s fun to talk to, she has a compassion to her that’s profoundly deep, but the one thing she lacks is confidence. She doesn’t see herself with the same eyes I do or Emma does or Zoe does. I think with time and the.