“Yeah, I’d like to have a beer and feel grateful.”“Grateful,” I repeated. It seemed the perfect word for what we were.I looked into his glis...tening eyes, and for a moment the sadness and longing had been replaced with my own images; and as much as I wanted to reside in them, I settled for the squeeze of his hand as the sun lowered over a wet row of trees and over a neighborhood forever changed.My initial motivation came from lust, that hunger that caused men like Smitty and I to pursue its end.. Maybe they'll get tired of being shot at and leave me alone.He couldn't get away with the Indians in front of him but the Paiute couldn't get to Clay without losing more men to his well placed shots. Suddenly a rifle shot rang out and one of the Indians fell hard to the ground. He joined the other bodies in front of Clay's position. Clay peeked over the rock he was hiding behind and saw a figure sitting on a wagon. Another shot came and another Paiute was hit.Nice shooting Clay thought; that. We also fucked her face and eventually worked our way around to taking her ass, starting with me again. If her virgin pussy was great, her cherry bottom was magnificent, tight as could be, and she worked her hips yet again to encourage even more cock to claim her.If the previous orgy had been an amazing clusterfuck, this one was an initiation of sorts, luring the newest companion into our way of life and our family. She ended up taking on ten men, as even the gay Giorgio and Arnold were ordered. Donna sat next to me, and I didn’t refuse her constant touches. The meal was enjoyed by all, as we continued our conversations.Stewart’s Company was going stronger since their conversion to computers, and he reiterated if I ever wanted to leave the military, I had a job in his company. Under the dinner table, Donna was guiding my hand up her leg. She didn’t stop until my tips were touching her panties. I must admit, my heart did race touching my wife again.I volunteered to help with the dishes,.