As son of the high chief, Pony Boy was expected to become high chief as some point himself. That meant his transition had to be a special one, one tha...t the tribe would remember and would not question as the proper transition for a high chief.Now it was a year later for Pony Boy than a prospective warrior scout should be initiated and--others in the tribe were beginning to question whether he should become a warrior scout and hence the premier chief--at all.That special sign that Pony Boy’s. ” Sonya obeyed lifting one leg behind her and throwing her head back as if she was laughing. Herbert let out a little chuckle, it was like in the movies when people were taking pictures. He imagined himself being the amateur photographer and her being the mature client who knew what she wanted. An hour into it he had enough with that outfit and wasn’t sure what others would really make it work like the one she had been wearing. “Wait right there, I’ve got one that will help you with you. “just think karina, a farm in the middle of nowhere, no friends, no tv, no nothing”. “please lucky” karina was now pleading, “don’t show them to dad, you know he will freak out, i don’t want to go to aunt jessie’s”. “ok, but there is something you will have to do for me in return” i said.Karina had now calmed down, she thought for a second and said ” tell me what you want me to do then, what is it, your chores?, clean your room?, i’ll do anything but please, promise me you won’t show any photos. She continued gently. She stroked, making me craving wildly. Later, she began to caress the inner part of the labia. Her hand moved slower, faster again. She didn't miss a place. She stroked the vulva flakes moist with excitement. Every now and then she returned to the clitoral area to finally reach the dewy entrance. She separated the folds that surrounded the entrance and nimbly began to drill into the cavernous depth. She reached a place where it was impossible to go further. She waved a.