As if reflecting the change, things between Beth and Jack were different, too. Jack found himself looking at her surreptitiously whenever he got the o...portunity. She had certainly filled out. The skinny arms and legs were shapely and he couldn’t help notice how the front of her canvas sailing smock now bulged intriguingly. She was still a kid, he told himself, but he also had to acknowledge that she was a damn’ pretty one. Her light brown hair was streaked in places by the sun and her face and. They will need somebody that they trust. And what job are you talking about, are you going to be the Chief now and let me retire to tan hides with old Pony Walk?'Fighting Hawk laughed again, "No father, I am not going to be the Chief. Hopefully I will never have to shoulder that responsibility. I have named Big Cloud as the War Chief, and I am going to be the Spirit Walker of the Cheyenne people. I feel the spirits calling me again and I have to go among them. I explained this to the Army. You currently live in your parents house, conviently located just outside of a relatively large city.Your looks are something that people would call 'boyish'. You are slightly to the short side and have a cute face and a tight, almost athletic body. You generally try to keep you blonde hair short, but now during summer you've let it grow a bit longer than usual.Just as any other 18-years-old, you feel horny almost constantly and recently you've decided to really start exploring your sexuality.. I rolled to the side, prone and facing away from him. He ravaged my cunt for minutes on end, his claws cupping my breast. The feathers on his dick tickled me. He opened his beak to let out a frightening shriek. I opened my mouth wide to let out moans of pleasure. I had no fear. My tongue intertwined with his. It was slippery and oddly cold and tasted like raspberries.His movements got slower and more sporadic. He was about to cum but we both wanted it to last longer. I crawled away from him and.