The waiter returned and took our dinner orders and refilled our wine glasses as we continued with our pleasant conversation. When the meals came out, ...acey looked at both Rob and I and said, “It is so wonderful just to talk with you two, you both make me feel so good and I really want to thank you for spending some time with me. I don’t deserve it, but I guess that I am lucky and I thank you.” As I smiled at her, Rob reached over and patted Lacey’s arm again and said, “It is my pleasure, or. She has black eyes and her stats are 34-24-36 and all the guys in my locality used to ogle at her ass and she would get theirs dicks erect in no time. Her son’s name is Rohit and he is a friend of mine since school and I used to visit his house quite often. I wanted to fuck her mom always. The way she moved, the way her ass moved was too much but I never got a chance in school as she was a loyal wife. But right now, she is my personal slut. The story is all about the transition.It started from. I stood before him totally naked, as he was for me, my heart pounding, my breathing heavy, and my nipples and pussy throbbing.We melted together, kissing, teasing and exploring and marvelling at the exquisite feeling of warm flesh meeting warm flesh.We eased onto the bed, still locked in a passionate embrace, and lay side by side. His hands began to roam freely as first he teased my breast and stroked my hard sensitive nipples. My back arched to meet each flick of his fingers as he rolled. She was to get willows for the purification ritual prior to the ceremony. Hopefully the hunters, including her husband, would return by nightfall. They had been hunting to the south for a full week. Tall Elk should have taken her along. Men were clumsy at cutting, drying, and smoking meat. That was women’s work. It was hoped that the men would be able to trade with the tribes of the south or Navajo’s in the east, for salt. They needed much of it. Trading with the white men was dangerous and.