Like a spider spinning web with grace and beauty she bound me. The final position I found myself in was a bit uncomfortable. My face in a pillow, my b...ck at a thirty five degree angle, knees apart with my arms inside of them. I could easily scratch my feet if they itched. Had to turn my head if I was to continue breathing, my eyes searching the room for her. I wasn’t comfortable, I wondered how I would be able to penetrate in this position. A tingling sensation in my fingers and toes started me. As soon as we pass our 3rd tree we're kissing again. This time the kisses are hungry, more a****listic. She's moaning every time our lips part. I take off her jacket as she nearly rips off my t-shirt. Biting her lips as she runs her hands along my smooth torso and abs illuminated in moonlight I see a twinkle in her eyes. I grab her hands place them on a tree while spinning her around.She bends over arching her back as I slowly pull down her leggings. She's not wearing any underwear. The. Apparently, there was a time-honored protocol for this sort of celebration, and those of us who had been on the expedition had places of honor set aside for us. Even the man with the broken leg was carried to the celebration, and his wives made sure that he had plenty of the choice cuts of meat.After the food came the entertainment. Each man had his story told by the best storyteller in the village, and each swing of a war club, knife, or tomahawk was described in thrilling detail. When it came. Now she was lying in bed fucking her husband and thinking about Eric and what happened at the hotel. Allison didn’t know why she whispered in John’s ear, but she did.“Do you like knowing your friends filled my pussy with their cum?” Allison whispered.She totally caught her husband off guard; he didn’t know where this was going. He knew he couldn’t tell her the truth, and not wanting to make her mad, he just softly said that was what he’d wanted to happen.“They weren’t gentle with me, they.