She continued to cry loudly forgetting that people barely thirty feet away could here every utterance coming from her room. Fuck them she thought thi... was to good to pass up. Her face continued to contort in sex crazed eroticism.As she descended from her high she could sense that the man buried deep in her cunt was ready to blow himself. She reluctantly pulled off her pussy off his cock and rolled herself over to face her ebony fuck fiend. She quickly moved to the edge of the bed and gripped. Of course, she had the final word, saying I hadn't seen the last of her." What happened then?" The Munchkins had a party for me and then I started down the yellow-brick road to the city of OZ so that the Wonderful Wizard could help me get back home. I hadn't gone too far when someone spoke to me and when I looked the only thing I could see was this scarecrow a hangin' in the corn-field. I told myself, 'Dotty, you're havin' a spell.' But then that old lump of straw winked at me and asked if I. Two things she couldn't deal with, me being Two Spirit, and another thing she didn't know, I am kinky. BDSM was a foreign word to me, I barely knew the term, but I knew it was a part of me since birth. I just wanted to experience it with someone...My mother had to take care of my older brother Joshua and younger sister Aiyanna. Our father, Brad Peterson, left her after a rocky marriage because the Muskogee nation couldn't take my mother marrying an Anglo man. He was irresponsible, and didn't. Last year, as Christmas was drawing near, the weather had been exceptionally harsh. Chest-high snow drifts stood between us and the barn, and I was near the breaking point. Lad must have been too. He is usually well-mannered, but more and more frequently, he was bumping me with his head to get my attention, giving me the eye, and trying to herd me around. I was genuinely considering the possibility of building an igloo and trying to get it warm inside, when the thought of Christmas Eve came.