It was David who had come looking for me and walked into our room. “Before you ask, I’ve been here for a couple of minutes.” Then he looked at ...he young man who was absolutely ready to freak out with fear. “Would you like a piece of her?” “Oh. No sir, nothing like that was in my mind.” “Oh bullshit. I’ll ask again. Do you want to fuck my wife?” “Heck, all of my buddies and me would, sir.” “Bend her over that pool table and pull that bikini bottom down” “David, I shouted. What are you. Raising my head and looking between my breasts and over my furry muff I said "No, really, what is it?"His eyes darted back and forth between my wide open pussy and hard nipples reaching for the sky. With a swallow he said "It's just that I've... ahh... never..." Never what?" I pressed."Well... ahh... I've never seen, umm..." he paused briefly to swallow before finishing "... nipples like yours before."With a sly grin I asked "What about my nipples?"Feeling more at ease he continued "They are so. Accordingly, it was a most somber Mid-Summer’s Day Festival, as no one in the village felt much like celebration. The forthcoming harvest appeared to be non-existent and the likely prospect of famine that winter loomed. Our poor cobbler, normally a man who enjoyed a good many light hearted japes and humorous tales, found little pleasure to be had. He soon made his excuses and left the gloomy feast table early. Lost in melancholy, the young cobbler set out to take a very long walk in the forest.. Lifting her feet, first one, then the other, he removed her panties. Rita felt as if shewould faint when Tim spread her legs and placed his tongue on her inner thigh. He brushed his fingers over her, touching her with his tongue, causing her to shiver. Pushing her thighs further apart, he finally touched the tip of his tongue to her already swollen lips, tasting the wetness that was beginning to drip from her. Her cries of pleasure mixed with the sounds of birds singing in the trees as he.