He was a tall Native American with a pony tail that came down to the middle of his back. Rather than a typical guard uniform, he was wearing blue jean... and a blue work shirt. On his hip he had a revolver in a holster. Ling noticed that the holster was rigged for a quick draw.The gate slowly opened as the man stopped in front of Ling's door. She rolled her window down and said, "I'm Ling Carter." I know. Talks With Animals and Walks With Wisdom are not home. He said that you were to drive up to. I laid her on my bed on her side and slid my hand down to her belt line. I gently traced the tip of my fingers just under her belt line, from hip to hip, her hips writhed, aching for my touch. I undid her pants button and slid my hand under and began to slowly rub her clit in small circles while still kissing her and moaning. I slid a finger inside her, she was already very wet. It just made my cock throb even harder. I wanted to be inside her so bad, but I wanted to taste her first. I kissed. Julie laughed and pointed at me. “It is not power or money that his women chase after, even though it comes with him. Material things crumble, but providing my children a legacy of character, protection and opportunity. That is a mighty legacy to reach for and accumulate. His wives intend to accumulate a rich treasure house of children. I am not the foremost wife, but I have no rival and neither do his other women. I will tell you his greatest secret...”Zetia injected. “You forgot faith. He is. With a single backpack containing my belongings, a road map, and the radio blaring, I headed out on my adventure.The trouble was my used car was not as reliable as the salesman lead me to believe. It broke down a short while after crossing state lines along a not-so-busy highway. The engine was smoking and, with no cell phone or rest stops nearby, I was stranded. I waved my arms at the slow trickle of traffic going by. It was nearly twenty minutes before someone finally stopped.I smiled as two.