”“Or a daughter, Hana,” John interjected. “Daughters are just as good as sons, if they are given the same opportunities.”She blinked in surp...ise, but nodded.“Yes, I suppose that there is just as much chance of me having a daughter. Do you mean what you are saying about women, Chief John?”“I do. When I became Chief of this tribe, I demanded that the council make moves towards equality of opportunity for females as well as males. That includes the upbringing of children. All children should be. I continued to keep my eyes open for hives of wild bees during the spring and summer. After the snow began, I borrowed a wagon from Margaret’s father and took Margaret and Abby with me, as well as a ladder I had made. We raided as many of the hives as we could in two days, filling buckets, barrels, and tubs full of the sticky honeycomb. Before we married, I slept under the wagon at night and the girls slept in the wagon. It was a little crowded sleeping together in the wagon the winter after we. Apparently it was far more effective on her as she started laughing hysterically. It did attract a few eyes, mostly boys though."Mind if we talk in the ground."In the rhythm of delicate giggles she nodded and continued on."You haven't changed much since little, Rachel, you are as fun as ever."and you are as idiotic as ever. Though I didn't say it out loud."So did you get dehydrated after having hardcore sex all night with an old man." I kinda tease her saying that she's into older men.There. “So how many more would you like?”She gasped and wriggled her hips. I rolled us over onto her back while we stayed connected. She wrapped her sweaty legs around my waist and used her heels to urge me into motion. I was thrusting long and hard into her, and she was rolling her hips to meet me. Her groans became continuous whimpers of pleasure and I felt her cunt flutter as another orgasm worked its magic on her body.“Ohh, ohhh, ohhh, Christ,” she looked at me with wonder in her eyes, and then.