The day before, she had been on the couch, her dress wrapped about her narrow waist, her panties pulled to one side, vigorously fucking herself with a...l four fingers, trying hard to bring about release again, when her son came in and saw her.For a moment he stared, then turned and left her quickly.Sarah, her fingers buried far up her pussy, had frozen when her son walked in, her breath caught in her chest. She had pulled her drenched fingers from her cunt and sat there, feeling guilty, thinking. That was until I met Nevada, an erotic dancer.I was toweling down when this beautiful naked man walked up to me to look at my body. The way he admired my body made me uncomfortable, but I could feel blood flowing into my cock.“Have you ever tried dancing?” he asked.“What for?”“Money, of course, and it looks like you could use some.” He turned to me, held out his hand and said: “The name’s Nevada, the owner and lead dancer of the Highwaymen.”Nevada was maybe in his early thirties and had more. Sylvia told me that anybody who could have sex more than twice without laughing was probably brain-dead. We tried having her sit on my lap while my dick was in her pussy. That required a lot fewer advanced gymnastic moves. I told her I had done some swinging with Ted and Melissa over the summer, fucking Melissa but just light play with Ted. I mean, if I had his dick in my mouth but he never ejaculated, that’s just light play. Right? I also told her that Janice and I had had sex. She was fine. When he opened the chest Fighting Hawk was shocked to see that it was filled with valuables; gold coins, silver coins, paper money and even jewelry. It was truly a fortune, and Fighting Hawk frowned. This was against everything that Gray Eagle had always taught him, and he was confused.Gray Eagle made sure that he had seen what the chest held, before closing it and locking it again. He motioned to the skins on the ground, and they sat. When they were settled Gray Eagle started, "Long ago, even.