I tongued her entrance, wriggling my tongue into her like a tentacle, chasing the delicious, clean taste of her womanhood. I lashed at her lips and sl...rped her clit into my mouth, sucking on it while I worked it with my tongue. I wanted her to feel my devotion tonight and from her cries, I was off to a good start. She bucked and thrashed as I drew an orgasm from her and then another and a third, alternating between her clit and the rest of her peach. I inserted a finger into her and found her. I laid on my left side, facing her and I slid my left hand behind her neck. Karen rolled until she was facing Patty as well.I leaned in and kissed Patty as if our lives depended on it. She kissed me back with as much passion as I showed her. I cupped one of her breasts and started massaging it as we kissed. I saw that Karen was gently stroking Patty's stomach.I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down to capture Patty's nipple. She gasped as my lips made contact with her little bud, and again. .. But dammit, what if he can?Absently, he washed his hands, rinsed his percolator, then added coffee and water before placing it on the cook fire.After frying a pile of thin-sliced potatoes mixed with chunks of deer jerky, he fried up about a pound of bacon. Divvying the food, he put Lobo's out, then sat to eat, his mind worrying at the memories of what he and the wolf had done together.We fight as a team. His actions have always seemed to be just the thing I needed at that exact moment. We. He is hard at work in the field, shirtless and covered in sweat; he is whistling “Danny Boy”. I lie in the grass basking in the sun and take in the view. He has not seen me, which is good; it allows me to stare at his crouch at my leisure. A broad grin crosses his face and he ambles over when he sees me. “Good afternoon, Miss Claire.” “Good afternoon, Jon. Do call me Claire, but please, the Miss bit is too formal.” He smiles and lies down beside me. “I was thinking that it was a good time to.