It's him!I turn and get on my knees. Our faces overlap and we kiss. It's not a normal position, but its sexy. The wetness between my legs increases an... our tongues intertwine. I want him more than I ever have.I pull back and stare at him. My hands reach out and touch his amazing chest. I slide down my hands and find his cock, which is still clothed, but growing. His pants are easily undone and I find his member in need; great need. I slide farther down his body and he begins pulling my dress. The wood of the Orangewood tree had long been known to be extremely resistant to rotting and insects. Unfortunately, unless the tree had been dead for at least three years, handling any part of the wood except the outer bark caused severe blistering on any skin it contacted.When two clan hunters saved the life of an elderly hermit living in the forest, the grateful recluse shared the secret of handling the Orangewood. Heating a branch or section of a felled trunk until all the sap bubbled out. He kneels in front of me on the floor and parts my legs to get close enough to kiss me. Pulling himself away, he runs his hands along my thighs and closes them, bringing my knees together. Instructing me to lift my ass with his hands, he pulls my panties down my legs, past my knees and removes them carefully over my shoes, ensuring that my heels remain on my feet. He runs his hands all the way from my ankles up my shins, past my knees and towards the tops of my thighs slowly, only to suddenly. He'd experienced the feelings from his father's perspective, but it was so much more real, so much more vibrant on his own cock. There were definite differences in the feelings involved. Unbeknownst to Seth, the feelings he'd experienced through his father were colored by the fact that his father had years of experience getting blowjobs, so his emotions were not as fresh, new, exciting. Seth thought that he'd been prepared for the sensations from a blowjob of his own, but he was wrong.For.