She toyed with her clitoris. “Yes … there … yes … Oh ma uhhh hanh … uhhhh … yes!” she gasped. Then she leaned back on both hands and, ar...hing her face upward, swung her hips rapidly in tight, excited circles, churning her cunt flesh with my pestle, moaning loudly with excitement.Her shoulders hunched with deep hollows. Her breasts were hot and swollen. Rivers of lust rippled through her delectable body. Strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck as sweat beaded her skin. The gold. I lay back, exhausted, and she moved throughout the room. At one point I got a little upset because I thought she was putting her clothes back on, but that turned out to not be the case in the slightest. She had just gone to her bag to get a bottle of water and rinse out her mouth. She put in a breath mint and came back at me with renewed vigor. Now I had just had one of the best orgasms ever, but here was this incredibly hot girl who obviously wanted more, so I did my very best to get as hard. Our hostess showed her the skull."My poor husband Hissta!" the woman cried, as if some sadness had crept into her eyes. "He went out one day to hunt, and I never saw him alive again." It gives me joy to see a family have closure!" the Goddess said calmly. "They're happier now." So it would appear!" I said. ***Not unnaturally, our hostess, Wanita, sent word to the Chieftess of the village of what we'd done. There were no clocks in the room, so she wasn't exactly sure how long she'd been kneeling, but it was long enough that her mind was clear and her body was relaxed. She felt ready for him. The door behind her opened with a soft, metallic click, and she felt a cool draft on her exposed back. A breath later, the door clicked shut just as quietly, but the sound felt enormous. There was some shuffling, the sound of water running, then all was quiet for some time. She breathed, knowing he watched.