“Lick my anus, get it nice and wet!” she demanded.Wayne knew he had no choice so started to lick at her anus. He soon got used to it and started t... slide his tongue in and out. After a few minutes he decided to slide a finger in thinking she’d stop. “Just the one? Put another in there for me.” Wayne complied and slowly started to finger fuck her anus. “Let me guess you’ve never done any anal sex either?”Wayne pulled his face away “No, it’s not normal.”“I’ll change your perception of normal,. I mean, the way I like to live my life. And one of the things that really defines me a lot is what I wear. If I'm awake and kicking then I've got on my 501 jeans. And not a stitch underneath them.When I was young I would wear almost any kind of jeans. Just as long as they fit and I could afford them. But as I aged and lived my life I learned what I needed to do to make life good. One thing I learned is what button fly jeans could do to make life happy.So anyway, this is just a little story.. I kind of wanted her to notice me, maybe talk to me so I could put a voice to my fantasy. It came to the point where the fact that she was my best friend’s sister was irrelevant. All I wanted was to fuck that girl. One night I mentioned to Dave that his sister seemed to be out every night. He laughed and then said that since her boyfriend had dumped her, she had been desperate for sex and couldn’t get any as every boy in her grade had fucked her already and wouldn’t touch her again. It. The smoke was coming from burned tipis; it reminded him of the Yankton massacre. Cletus could now see the bodies of Cheyenne women and children, with a very few men. Well, now he knew who had been killed, but not who had done the killing.Cletus had to get away from there, and fast. If any warriors rode in, and he expected them soon, he could be mistaken for an attacker. The safest thing for him to do was ride out exactly the same route he had followed coming in; that way he was least likely to.