I came to find out that Big Otter was twenty-two years old, and had not married yet. He wanted to be a warrior.We had a discussion a time or two about...wars and fighting. I told him that I just wanted to farm and raise my family. Breeze was very proud of me and happened to hear this. "James is very brave and strong, but he is also very good and gentle. All of his wives love him very much."I hugged her and said, "Thank you."The spring came and we ploughed and planted. Big Otter got able to get. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhh fuck me grandad. Fuck me please." Amanda clung to her legs, her hands behind her knees, holding them back over her shoulders. His cock slipped easily into her swollen vagina. Deep, deep until his balls rested against her thighs. He looked down into her perfect face, her firm breasts exposed to the soft light of a clear full moon, golden hair spread over the bed. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "That feels soooooo good." Gently at first his body rose and fell, almost. Kyla held the robust cock-tower upright and from either side they worshipped it with their mouths, slavering their tongues upwards like a twining, curling dance of snakes. They met around the salty leaking dome and it seemed strangely natural when they weaved their tongues together and locked into an open-mouthed kiss, sharing Reece’s delicious pre-cum tang. They dove again, skating around his thick column to the base, Rachel following her instructor as to what best suited the groaning object. We’re a happy couple and our sex life is ok. We don’t make love as much as when we first met, but when we do it’s just as good as it was then. But lately I’ve had an itch that needs to be scratched. I’ve decided who should do the scratching; I just needed to determine when it would happen.We’ve known our neighbors, Shellie and Roger, for about 5 years. Shellie and I have sat in our yards talking girl talk many times. As girls are known to do, we often get around to talking about sex. I’ve told.