This guy invited bigamy. ) had necrophilia . I mean really who goes up to a coffin and starts making out with a dead chick? Now that is what I call t...isted. But like most little girls these things weren’t pointed out to me. It took me finding myself and excepting the person that I am to realize we all have hang ups so fuck it…unless of course it is underage. When you hear of people stepping out of the box they’re referred to as kinky, freaks, or sex addicts. Who the hell came up with this box. "Hey there." I said happily. Again, he smirked. "Okay what? Do you have a problem with the way I talk?" I said angrily. He looked amused by my outburst. "No, it just makes me smile. It's cute really." He smiled at me. "I haven't heard an accent like yours in a long time. Brings back memories." "Well will ya please stop smirking every time I talk!?" I said to him. "No, it's fun to see you get frustrated." He smiled at me again.I stuck my tongue out at him and walked away. Chris was. White Buck was a war chief, and he spent a lot of time scouting for enemies who might be getting dangerously close. White Buck often took Squirrel and me along with him when he made his scouting trips. That was when I learned the most about moving silently and hiding my trail through the woods and over the sand of the desert.One day we three were out on a routine scouting mission. This was taking place over one of the few grassy areas, so cover was hard to find. We had hardly gotten there and. It was a kind of pink jelly dildo of about six or seven inches with a thickness of around an inch and a half or more. I think they must have noticed me standing there staring but they did not look over or really show any indication other than Kathy seemed to be performing a bit for an audience in the way she was riding him. She had taken both her hands off his waist and put the right one the small of his back, while the left one she put on her own hip. Watching sweat pour off all those curves I.