Well, as I say, I was dumbfounded and didnt know what to say, although Robs excited talk more than made up for my shyness on the matter. One other rea...on that I didnt know what to say, was, like any other girl, I didnt want to be seen to be a slut by being too enthusiastic. You cant imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind over the next couple of days, and especially on the Friday when this outrageous thing was planned for that very night. I was ashamed to realise that I felt incredibly. With a storm everyweek or so, the drifts can be 10 feet or more deep where there haven'tbeen any plows," Marilyn said. "You need snowshoes to walk on top of it.For you, one of these smaller Bearpaw models will hold your weight. Butyour Dad will need a traditional Ojibwe model." What do they cost?" River asked."I doubt Dad will charge you, but normally he sells the Bearpaw for $100and the traditional for $200. More if it is to someone outside thetribe. It takes about a week to make and web a. I just know it turns me on to have you there with me. It makes it better."Enjoying the conversation, I probed for more. "How is that?" I know that you love it." Anna said with a wistful smile. "Seeing you get aroused makes me wet." That's funny because seeing you wet gets me aroused." It really turns me on having a husband that enjoys seeing me make love to another man--especially a black man. It is so naughty--so taboo. I love it that it pleases you."I rubbed her feet some more. "I'm glad that. She even followed me into the bathroom when I had to pee. We were pretty casual about sharing the bathroom. But I knew why she followed, and it wasn't to check her makeup at eight at night.And every few minutes, she would whisper, “She'll be asleep in three hours.” Then “Two Hours,” “One hour,” “thirty minutes.”She drove me wild.Our daughter went upstairs to get ready. “Remember to take your medicine,” my wife called in her sweet, motherly voice.“Yes, Mom,” our daughter said. I could hear the.