Idea, fantasy and body were all coalescing. Yes, he would do it, I thought, putting the wineglass down, eager now to play through my fantasy in my hea... as I fondled myself through the denim. As I parted my legs, I imagined how he would react when he saw me the way I was thinking. I opened my tight jeans sliding my fingers inside, feeling the wetness of my panties as I caressed myself through the soft cotton, feeling the hairs moving under my fingers, as I played with my lips. The gentlest touch. Once in a while, Taima would chance an arrow if the covey was very close. They heard howling in the far distance and once in awhile the yowl of a feline predator, but none seemed to draw too near.They reached the mountain that rose alone from the plains. Compared to the mountains of their birthplaces, it was more of a hill than a mountain. The sides were rounded and covered with dirt and grasses. No trees grew, even on the eastern side which was protected from the incessant western breeze.They. We didn't get out of the car immediately afterparking. My Aunt gave me a few tips. "When walking in a skirt you need totake shorter steps. Take your time. Don't rush and remember to walkdaintily. Don't make eye contact with any boys or men. Don't look back.Look where you're going and at shop windows. Don't just look down at thefloor all the time. You need to act confidently, even if you're notreally sure of yourself. When you sit down, smooth your skirt under yourbottom. And be sure to keep. I then took it in my hand and stroked it gently, up and down the shaft. Then reaching over with my other hand cupped the balls. The cock twitched again.Well here goes I thought and leant forward putting my tongue out, I circled the head and then down the shaft to the balls. I licked the balls, they had a musky smell which was not unpleasant in fact it smelt good to me.Then licking back up I took the head between my lips, rolling my tongue over it.I then started bobbing my head taking the cock.