It made little sense to waste those genetic traits so the best warriors were urged to breed with different women. As time progressed, women grew to be...ome warriors and we continued the tradition. Right now, we have one-and-a-half men for each woman. That means several women have more than one husband. Some maintain separate households but others live with both. My mother has two husbands and so does my oldest sister. My grandfather had three wives.”“That is amazing,” Octavia said. “So you have. “I love you too,” she said, without even thinking, and then, more resolutely “Yes, I do. I love you Terwilliger.” He kissed her long and gently, and held her in his arms. They fell asleep that way. Sometime, in the middle of the night, she rolled over onto her left side, and he snuggled up against her back. Very early the next morning, she woke up long before daylight with his right arm around her and holding her left breast. She could feel her nipple harden as she became aware that it was. I got both of our pants off in a hurry and pushed her down onto her high four poster. Her pussy was so fat and engorged with blood that the inner lips were spread wide open and alarmingly bright red like a ripe peach, something I had heard of but never actually seen before. She rolled onto her belly with her back to me bent over at the waist and lying across the bed. The high Victorian bed presented her pussy opening at exactly the right height for my cock with me standing behind her. I bumped. ‘Uhhhh–harder!’ Shawna groaned thrusting her hips. Joe swung his hips forcefully and dove deeper inside her. ‘Come on, you can do better than that. Fuck me!’ Shawna challenged over her shoulder. Joe pulled back and got off of his knees. He squatted over Shawna firm ass and planted his feet like a sumo wrestler on each side of her. He dipped slightly to get a better angle and slammed into her with all his might. The trust lifted Shawna off her knees. She grunted and wiggled her ass, griping his.