.. at least in the minds of those who propound the “accepted” (mainstream) theories.Casting back, I realized my wives were inordinately tall ... e...en though their shoulders fit nicely under me arm pits. Were we outsiders? Probably not ... the majority of the men were tall ... not as tall as I but much taller than I, as a white man, had been led to believe. Just another Hmmm.So ... after 1823 but before 1840. I saw muskets discarded for lack of percussion caps and heard of men’s wives. I followed her into her empty house. This made me very nervous, and excited. She directed me to the lounge and told me to take a seat. Lucy went off and made us a sandwich each and a mug of tea. We then sat together and ate our lunch and chatted. Lucy was constantly running her hand over my thigh very close to my now swollen cock. Lucy gave me a big smile and suggested I was being a naughty boy and having naughty ideas as she placed her hand on my now very erect cock.It was then that a key. But I screamed out loud as I felt he was not shoving his dick again in my wet cunt, but in my very tight asshole…Randy jabbed me hard and my tiny rosebud parted slightly and before I could react to his mistake I felt his dick ramming me, tearing up my ass.I screamed in surprise, pain and pleasure…It took a minute for me to catch my breath and relax to give randy full access but I was soon rolling into one of those intense anal orgasms that usually hit me and left me in a body cramp. He began. “Keep going Frank, this is the best ever.” Frank opened his eyes “You have beautiful blue eyes,” he said. He pulled me down to kiss him again. We were both so hot and exhausted but he was determined to keep going as long as he could, I was enjoying every second and just wanted it to continue. I sat up, continuing to rock slowly on Franks cock and looked around both Paul and Dan were watching us with their hand on their flaccid cocks trying to get them up again. Frank put his arms up again.