She was a soft brown color with a coat that had been brushed until it shined in the sunlight. Her long black mane flowed in the soft breeze with each ...oss of her head while she scanned the river on one side and the encroaching forest on the other, just as intently as her mistress scrutinized the same terrain. She wore a leather skirt that covered her shoulders and displayed a crest of tiger, sword and eagle signifying her strength and alertness and readiness to do battle.The rider was covered. That evening over our late-day meal of bison stew, my mother, Tonni, and I talked about the cave they found for us, while I was hunting. The camp had an adequate supply of meat for tomorrow; so we hunters would not be going out to hunt. My Mother and Tonni would take me to the cave, so I could see if it was adequate for us. Over the past seasons, I had come to realize that women made their decisions and then gave their mates a choice. Their mate could do what their women wanted them to do or. I fell back and pressed my face into my stuffed teddy bear to muffle the sound of my cries as I hunched against my hand, bringing myself to the best self induced orgasm of my young life.I fell asleep that way, fingers still in my throbbing cunt, imagining my parents touching and caressing me -- letting me join them in their naughty games. My last thoughts before sleep claimed me was me wondering what my Mom and Daddy would say if I asked to join them and whether or not I had the nerve to even. It would just fit into the pattern of irony my life was beginning to follow that he would be behind me. I could just keep walking, but somehow I didn’t think that would work. Chiding myself for my cowardice, I sucked it up and turned to face him. I met his gaze steadily, but didn’t say anything. He walked toward me, stopping a scant foot away. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I wondered if he could hear my heart trying its damndest to pound right out of my chest and lay itself at.