I thought about all the bullshit we'd gone through over the past couple of days, getting ready for the trip, then compared it to the planning of what ...o put in a backpack for a five day wilderness trip last winter. The attention was on making it light back then, taking only those things that I believed were essential. This time, space and weight were considerations but being able to survive for an indefinite time, caring for a dying man, keeping a beautiful girl from turning into a witch. He had a nice 6 inch medium thick cock that tasted really good as I slathered my tongue over it and pulled it into my throat while he did the same to me. It was a real turn on to have others watching us, but no one approached too closely or reached out to touch us. After several minutes of sucking, groping and kissing, he got up to do more cruising. I followed him into the other room and took a place on the second from the rear couch. Behind me was some heavy action, but soon my first partner. Hard and cold. Mmmmmm. I reached and barely turned it on with my left hand, while holding it with my right. After it was on, my left hand returned to feeling my soft skin and taking turns from one nipple to pinching and pulling. At first, I just rubbed the vibe on the outside, barely grazing my clit from time to time. I found a nice rhythmic motion from my clit to my opening. I thrust it in a few times, covering it in my wetness. It was very tight, which is amazing to me really. How can a tiny. ‘And one more thing.’ He turned to face Artemas, reaching under his tunic for a hidden pouch. ‘A gold chain for a pretty girl.’ Almost as a slight-of-hand, Kenneth produced a fine chain and looped it over Artemas’ head so that the pendant hung against the front of her brown and yellow gown just above her generous breasts. It was a small Sun Cross, an equal-armed cross set in a circle, about an inch across. The rich gold matched the color of her hair. The young woman gasped at the extravagance.