I loved her sexual awakening and the part I was playing in it. I answered her with the voice of an experienced teacher, “Yes Belle, this is ‘fuck...ng’. And yes. it really feels good. But girl, it does get better! I’ll just have to show you how.”My rhythmic thrusts became more forceful. I penetrated the slippery vaginal cavity with a frenzied series of jackhammer strokes. My engorged meat stimulated every vibrating nerve inside the pixie girl’s tight young pussy. As I fucked Belle, I. She promised tender mercy while she delivered emasculating rejection. I couldn't wait to hurt this bitch. I would be patient and bid my time then strike her down and give her the fucking she really needed. I figured she was a lesbo – I hate fucking lesbians!I waited and watched she was the kind that would wait till near the end of the night. She would tease and then prance out of the bar, the bitches would sigh with relief while the guys would groan with disappointment. Only it wasn't going to. She whined from his beard scratching the smooth unblemished skin of her chest. Between her legs, oily slick cream readied Amelia's loins for what rubbed and diddled the slightest inch of her notch, prying it barely far enough apart to gain entry."I don't understand, this is confusing! Please, just let me go and I'll never mention anything to anyone. I'm gonna miss my train!" she pleaded as his cock pushed inward, parting her creamy petals wider, stretching them around the girth of his long. You and Gray Eagle have been the only parents that I have ever known. Parents love their children, you did that. Since I have come here I have been happy. It was hard at times, but I learned to be a man. And responsibilities are part of being a man. What I do for the Cheyenne, is because I love them, not because I have to do it. I can't stop, because it is the right thing to do. Feeding the widows and orphans was the right thing to do, and teaching the boys that had no fathers how to be a man.