I suggested that we walk down the street to the smoke shop and get some cigarettes. Considering my state of arousal, I knew I was going to need them. ...He immediately agreed, and after we stood, he offered me his hand. He was the consummate gentleman and it was just one more thing I found endearing about him. Minutes later, we were sitting on the bench outside the shop, He pulled out his gold Dunhill lighter and lite my cigarette and we enjoyed sharing a smoke. He kissed me again and I welcomed. So I went in the back where they park there cars and looked for our van. I found it, but I saw it was shaking. So I went up too it and peaked in, I saw Linda face down in the back seat with a guy on top of her, her pants and panties was off and so was the guy's. This guy was anal fucking my wife and she was enjoying it. She wouldn't let me fuck her up the ass anymore, and she's letting this guy do it. I stood there and watched, he was fucking her in the ass hard, she was having some orgasm with. It was slow and low. It lamented the empty tent and missing children. It spoke of the treaties that lied and of the crops that would never grow straight again. It was one of the forbidden chants of the oklahoma tribes. I was weeping. I then started in on the sun dance chant, hammering away at the floor with my staff, wailing away for all I was worth."No! No! No! Do not call that chant! We cannot afford the lives that costs!"I stood before them weeping, trembling. I turned and left. The doors. Her mother plainly had a different attitude.William tried to say no, but between his own horniness not being relieved lately and the temptation provided by a willing and aggressive teenage girl, he didn't hold out long. Soon they were in Holly's bedroom and she had locked the door behind her.She unbuttoned his shirt and nuzzled his chest hair, telling him how erotic it felt and how it made her hot. He held Holly and he put his hands up her back under the checkered shirt she wore. Her tongue.