I believed him.Justin went straight for his parents. He marched with purpose, brushing past the frozen sewage worker and a pair of girls I didn’t kn...w. He reached his parents and clasped his hand on both their shoulders.“Dad, if you get angry at Mom and need me to fuck her, and Mom if need to have me cuckold Dad, wait until I get home. Do not bring her to me unless I am at home. Especially, do not bring her to my high school. Mom, you will wait eagerly for me to return knowing that you will get. Paul replied. “You mean you really want to do this. I mean fuck Rob and come home and tell me about it? Is that it?” Amanda smiled in a devilish way replying. “I could do it here in my room. You could listen.” Paul’s heard was beating hard now. He was thinking. The idea aroused him for sure. “OK. Lets say we do this. Than what? What happens next I mean. We still getting married?” Amanda leaned over and grabbed Paul around the neck looking him straight in the eyes as she placed her soft sweet. She cooked, cleaned and did all the other things around camp that an Indian woman should. She also kept my bed warm at night. Star seemed to be happy and I know I was.The end came three years later as we were traveling back to the high country in the fall. We passed within a couple of miles of a Ute village and when I woke up the next morning, Star was gone. All my gear was still there but her things were missing. I followed her trail until I got close to the village and saw her standing with. However, the donkey looked rather old and hungry, so all it could do was to pull the cart. There was no way anyone could ride on it.Fender had jumped onto the cart and plopped herself down. The rest of them hesitated, not sure if they should also get on the cart. Vennoa took the opportunity to also sit down beside Fender in the cart. Soon, the party was off.To help keep up their spirits, Fender started playing some tunes in the cart. This time, she managed to maintain a reasonably cheerful.