John moved his lips up to mine kissing me.I broke our kiss as I tried to pull his polo shirt up over his head. I finally got it removed with his help....I rubbed at his pecs with my hands feeling him flexing them as I did. My hands moved down to his pants as I tongued his nipples. I moved from one pec to the other. While I removed his pants letting them slip to the floor.John slipped out of his underwear and pants as he embraced me. Our lips met as our tongues danced in each other’s mouth. I felt. Well, maybe I should say “change my life”. I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pretty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name. They were waving their guns in the air and shouting war cries more than they were shooting. I was not sure what they had in mind, but their overconfidence was going to get them killed!Once they were about 50 yards away, I fired my first barrel from the shotgun. It may have been surprise as much as anything, but the Indian tumbled off over the horse’s tail. He fell on his head, so there was no doubt that he had to be dead.The other three Indians were so excited by their charge at me that they. Mary was very relieved and before she went to bed that night she telephoned Miss Fenner and told her what the Abbot said. Miss Fenner had heard what the Nuns and Monks at the Monastery done,she was a little uneasy,but Sr.Mary assured her that discipline was what was needed and that she should carry on with her everyday duties but leave the discipline to the' help' the Abbot was sending. Miss Fenner agreed,she was very happy that someone was going to help,she decided not to think about what kind.