My Sexy Wife And The Cherokee Indian Nation.
Living with a Cherokee woman
My wife , and I are lovers . Her name is Joann. She is part Cherokee Indian. She is very strong ,and powerful. She is also beautiful yet capable of scalping me if I cross her path .
I am ill . We have been married forty five years. I asked her how was sex during our forty five years. She told me our sex life was not worth two cents.
She did not spare my feelings what so ever, but I reminded her of when she use to hang on me like butter on a slice of bread.
I was cold today. I dreamed of her leaving me. In my dream I was freezing , but she brought me another blanket.
In my dream I told her I was sick ,and felt like I was going to die. I fell into a deep sleep, and slept for two days ,and woke up hungry ,and wondered if our butter beans were still on the stove.
I could barely move, and when I did I realized Joann was missing I grew worried. She had split . Her old brown bag was gone ,and her clothes were missing .
I wondered how she could leave me since I was sick . I was barely able to put on my socks without cursing , or yelling my brains out . I wondered how she could do this to me. I depended on her. I needed her to take care of me, and to bring me cool water when I was thirsty. I needed her to cook when I was hungry.
I needed Joann a lot more than I ever realized it .
When I finally put on my clothes , I drove to a local fast food store , and asked the clerk if she knew what happened to my wife Joann.
The clerk told me that she left to climb the great Colorado mountains to see the magnificent Cherokee nation, and her people.
I wondered what was on her mind. She should have left a note, or at least a letter .
I packed up my gear. I grabbed my Winchester rifle, and my old police gun, and with a fresh jack ass , blanket, and pup tent ,along with some fresh cooked beans I was on my way to the great Colorado mountains.
After many months of nearly freezing in snow , and rain , I found my wife Joann in the arms of a rotten Indian brave.
Joann had been captured by a young firm, muscular handsome brave ,and he had demanded that she be his woman .
I became horribly angry ,and extremely emotional. Being high up n the mountains I told him that he had to choose a weapon , for a fight because one of us must die. He did not care. He was ready to kill me ,and scalp me anyway .
Joann told me not to fight the brave because he was stronger , and because I would more than likely die a gruesome death ,and get scalped.
I told Joann that I could take care of myself.
I fought the brave that was muscular ,and much stronger than I, and I managed to somehow reach my Winchester rifle , and shot him dead center in his heart.
The brave's last words were I did not fight fair. I told him that his beating up ,and old man was not fair either.
The young viral sex driven brave died quickly because of my bullets in his heart.
I asked Jo Ann if she loved her young lover. She said she did , but would get over him soon enough because he wanted sex too often. I asked Joann how often did she give him sex. She said as often as he wanted it, and because he was young he wanted it real often.
Joann, and I climbed the high mountain peaks together,and we met a great Indian chief of the Cherokee nation .He invited us to food, and medicine.
After sleeping in the mountains for a month , and living among the nation I became stronger , and Joann, and I left the Cherokee people. I told Joann that every year we could travel the mountains to visit her relatives.
Joann hugged me, and kissed me ,and told me I was brave to fight the strong young man for her, so she ,and I undressed and we both had terrible sex.
She was right all along. Sex was never any good for us , but trying to have it was a lot of fun for 45 years.