A couple of my Indian scouts had made camp in the Canadian wilderness for several years and they instructed the other on making a weird looking foot d...vice that looked almost like a giant tennis racket. I grasped the intent immediately seeing that they were makeshift snowshoes to allow the wearer to move over snow-laden terrain.We could see the snow up on the mountain with our naked eyes.I remembered freezing my ass off in a place just north of the 38th parallel and often landing on my back. From what I had read, ordinarily a girl expects to make out for a long time before agreeing to let you stick it in, and then once you're there you have to go on a long time while she gets happy before you can finally let loose and cum. Sounds like a real pain.I was happy with quickies. Ten seconds of total cock-pussy contact is my record. But a few minutes was usually what I liked best. I mean, you know, orgasm feels great, but if you can handle a little delayed gratification, the pre-orgasm. Receiving a positive response, I continued to pinch and twist her nubs as I ran my mouth and tongue down her neck. I suckled at her breasts while running my hand over her belly and down between her thighs. She spread her legs for me so sweetly.Kissing my way down her belly I arrived at her crotch. I inhaled the familiar aroma. It was, naturally, much stronger here than it had been on the panties. That had made me dizzy; this was making me drunk! I licked her. She gasped and spread further open. This experience of mine received an overwhelming response from married ladies residing in the USA.It seems to have struck a chord with many married women. They are deprived of the pleasures of sex in their marriage and afraid to experiment due to social norms. I am a firm believer in not succumbing to the restrictions of social norms.Anyway, let me continue my experience with Aditi. If you have not read the previous story, please . I am 37 years old, 6 feet tall. I have an athletic build with.