Suddenly, she arrived at her peak. Her breath caught in her throat and she extended her legs flexing her muscles and arching her back as an orgasm hit...her like a truck. Her thighs were shaking as the pleasure radiated out from her clit sending tingles through her body like little bolts of lightning. She released the breath she’d been holding with a moan of relief that almost sounded like she was in pain, followed by her panting for breath, high pitched moans punctuating each gasp. Her back. She did not stop me and seemed to be enjoying it so I slipped my hand inside her bra and grabbed a handful of gorgeous tit flesh. The nipple felt stiff in the palm of my hand so I started rolling it between my fingers. She stiffened and gasped. I knew I had done the right thing. I leant towards her and she brought her face closer to mine. Our first kiss was unforgettable. She slipped her tongue between my lips, still stroking my cock. As I tweaked a nipple I put my tongue deep into her mouth.. She was ready to give me the right appearance for whatshe had planned. Marva sat me down at a vanity and did a quick paintingof my finger and toenails with a rapid-drying polish in garish magenta.Then she went to work on my face. There was an adjustable mirror infront of me, which she turned so I could no longer see my reflection.She used plenty of cosmetics on my eyes, did something above them,applied some sort of brush-on shading on my cheeks, and then fussed witha liner pencil, lipstick,. By the time I was up, only one had stuck his blade in the target. I plunked my first throw right in the middle and then, I suppose, got overconfident, and barely nicked it with the next two, but burying my big blade into the old tree both times. Two tomahawk tossers, one of whom threw underhand, beat me with two good hits, and the three of us went to the final round along with four shooters, stripped off our shirts and stepped into an area marked off with chalk dust. I wondered if I had not.