Well Bill built his fences the same way, destined to be the best in the state.’ The old man stopped talking for a bit, letting his guitar build the ...ences around the listeners, each melody, each chord, each note drawing them in, closer to the fire, closer to the warmth. Looking closely at his wrinkled face, red with a leather tough skin, the people could see where his tears had streamed down his face as he told the story. He took a deep breath and then continued his story. ‘Now Bill spent the. I found Mitch sitting in his chair, sipping his drink with one hand, stroking himself slowly with the other. I was ready to swoon by these things occupying my mind: the sight of Mitch stroking himself while watch us, obvious beyond any question how much he was enjoying what he was witnessing; the marvelous feeling tongue working my pussy and clit; and, the very real anticipation of experiencing Blackie inside me, if I wanted it. And, how could I not want it. It wouldn’t be the first time to. Jean didn't care, the whole village could have been lined up watching her and she couldn't have stopped, in fact, it would have simply turned her on more. These thoughts spun through her ravaged mind as she plunged through orgasm after orgasm. Minutes later, she opened her eyes as the sparks stopped. She looked down, and was shocked to see she had four fingers in her vagina. She shivered in post-orgasm, and suddenly felt ashamed. She quickly put on her dressing gown and glancing nervously. Please agree to take the job. Times are changing, and our people need your guidance."How could I argue with such a request. His phrasing and the look in his eyes told me that Umgallah meant every word. "I am in no hurry to succeed you, My Chief and Father, but I will do as you ask. I will always try to follow the example you have set!" At that point, I began to cry, and so did Umgallah.The next day, Umgallah called a meeting of the whole Olgar tribe and announced that he was adopting me as his.