He brought me back slowly. When I opened my eyes, he had gone. The feelings he gifted me with remained in my life. Such is the beauty of a good story...eller. * * * 296 words A red skipping rope lay on the concrete driveway. I looked at it in dismay. Laying there meant nobody was home. Walking past that rope was a difficult task, but I did it. Under the arch, into the enclosed garden I walked. Looking at the house I could see it was empty. All the ground floor windows were closed, the front. A month passed with that and all my exams were done well in this time thinking of heavenly event with bhabi. One day I was sitting on sofa, was reading newspaper where as all went to roof to talk something with neighbour, she was taking bath and suddenly I heard her voice calling my name, she never used to call me whenever she is in bathroom. I ran and saw, opening half the door her face was out and telling me to bring her towel. But my naugthy I fell behind and on the mirror on the opposite. .. but if a warrior did have two ... it was best if they were sisters; the elder was boss and that settled any wifely arguments.Since I had two wives and a large lodge I had to have some kind of status. I must be a very good hunter ... two wives eat a lot and they’re always wanting things ... new skins, cowrie shells, elk teeth ... status symbols.Two obvious beauties meant the males probably resented me. So ... I must be somebody; head hunter? War chief? I was absolutely too young to be the. Jackie uttered, "God, you were right. This feels so damn good when done right. Will you marry me?" If I say yes, are you stuck with me, or is this just a ploy to give you another earth-shattering climax?" I needled. But Jackie couldn't answer, as I upped the pace of her butt-fucking. My balls were slapping away at her drooling box as I slid my hands under her chest to play with her deprived nipples. With my first roll of her sensitive nubs, she climaxed again and again. Her last orgasm.