The wedding was only two days away and I wanted to fuck Sandra so bad, I’d even do her on my wedding night if I could get away with it…my mind wen... into overdrive as to how to make it happen. The next night I had Jake come over to the house, Marie’s house that is, I wanted his opinion on the suit I planned on wearing for the ceremony, or so I said. In truth I wanted her to get a good eye full of his rock hard body and let nature take its course. Things went pretty well that night,. ’It made me wanna to hit something, preferably any or ALL these men, with a baseball bat until it stopped feeling good to me. I don’t know if anything I’d said had even gotten through to them. Hopefully, one or two might see the light. What started out as just a ‘wild’ experience for these couples was making rifts in their marriages. I’m a 19 year old KID. Why should I have to educate these grown guys? I’m not some kind of control freak. Really, all I could influence was Tracy, and he was. They were waving their guns in the air and shouting war cries more than they were shooting. I was not sure what they had in mind, but their overconfidence was going to get them killed!Once they were about 50 yards away, I fired my first barrel from the shotgun. It may have been surprise as much as anything, but the Indian tumbled off over the horse’s tail. He fell on his head, so there was no doubt that he had to be dead.The other three Indians were so excited by their charge at me that they. Rising, Ian turned and looked out the window of his study, the sun was low in the eastern sky. The day promised to be interesting, much to do, and little time to do it. Placing the carefully folded letter into an envelope and writing a name on the front, Ian placed it within his safe and spun the dial. His hand wistfully strayed to the plume of the old scribes pen that he favored, thoughts drifting to all the times he had used it. All of the signatures and notes that down through the years.