Even if it was there and then with some horny priest for a one time thing of her own. She had no idea her thoughts were about to come true in differe...t form. The devil with all that, she thought! She had some pictures to take.The woman unshouldered her camera, removed the lens cover and began choosing her position, imagining the framing for the most dramatic shots. She looked through the eyepiece for the best shot...from the front or side? With the pulpit as foreground or from the floor. By the next morning my little summer camp felt like a little village, with new wigwams being constructed all over the place. Most of the Indians were not attentive churchgoers and, away from the old village now, they were reverting to their heathen ways and discarding their modesty about the camp in the summer heat.Some of the young squaws were mighty pretty, but I figured my Mataoka was the prettiest of them all, anyhow. I thought Mataoka prettier every time I saw her. I know I should have. Our favourite spot was a secluded area on a local lake where it had a long sandy beach with enough trees around to hide us from even the most determined fishermen. We had an old canvas tent for rainy days or hot afternoons to keep the rain off or getting burned by the wickedly hot July or August sun. On the occasions my brother Wasn,t with us we used the tent for privacy. The first time we used it I Didn,t even know Mom had put it in the trunk. Brother Austin was staying at one of his friend,s. Would this be the end of it? Could she just put this genie back in the box and return to a normal married life with Mark? If not, it would destroy her life and have unpredictable impact if she were pregnant. Her mind wandered over all the possibilities.Mark loved her. Tom fucked her… and he fucked her good but whilst she wanted his child, could she have anything more than a physical relationship with him. And what if she wasn’t pregnant this time? Would she repeat their nights of delicious.