A few seconds later she noted that the Indian, dressed only in a small breechcloth, stood next to the platform. He had a large feather in his hair and...was painted with red and blue circles and stripes on the chest and the face. He began to sing something in his native tongue. It was a surreal sight to see this war-painted Indian in the light of the torches.Evelyn continued her story by telling us that after standing a short time beside the platform the Indian had come to sit beside her on the. Her instinct/suspicion is that my prolonged glance was no accident; that this "stranger" sitting at the bar was just checking her glorious ass out. Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wife and clearly his preference in women was just that.I immediately realize my fault, and snap myself around to face my wife as she nudges me, telling me she is ready to hit the beach and says she'll. It's a house, though. Got my own house." She gave me the address. It was on the north side of Baltimore. The street address sounded familiar, somehow, although I didn't know the city that well.I slept a little better. For no good reason, I had a little bit of naive faith in this hippie girl. I mean, she wasn't a witch, or something. After all, she'd been recommended by a genuine M.D.Sandy's house was a shotgun structure, very old, but freshly painted and looking respectable. I think the reason. But after a minute or two, he got the idea and began moving back and forth a few times. The pain was sharp at first, then lessened as I began to lubricate properly, and Phil’s cock found an increasingly smooth path in and out of my body.By the time he came inside me for the first time, a dozen or so strokes later, we had both managed to get enough pleasure out of the encounter for it not to be frightening anymore.Having happened once, clumsily and awkwardly, we were both a bit frightened by.