For some reason that pissed her off. ‘You can quit staring at her ass.’ she said. ‘A woman doesn’t wear a dress like that unless she want her ...ss to be stared at.’ he shrugged. ‘That woman is my best friend. I don’t like you looking at her like she’s a piece of meat.’ Mallory sat back in her chair and eyed the man sitting in front of her. ‘You don’t much look like the rough and ready football player I’m used to seeing on TV.’ ‘You watch football?’ ‘I do.’ ‘Hmm.’ Ryan said and took a sip out of. She was armed with a flint knife. We then walked up to her, and I spoke in greeting. She whirled and pulled her knife while placing the child, a small boy, behind her. I told her we meant her no harm and asked what she was doing here. She answered and told us that her husband had been killed, and the village did not have enough food for the winter, so she and her son had gone out to try and gather some food. I said that I thought she had come a long way from her village. She said she had come. My cock for some reason stays hard, like I took a Viagra and have that erection lasting over four hours. The fucking goes on. My balls are starting to ache they feel like they want to drop another load but there is nothing left. My ass is convulsing with the cock sliding in and out of it. I feel like I am going to pass out. How much pleasure can I take? The room starts to get fuzzy, my balls slamming against pussy and being slammed from behind by another set. All of a sudden I cum again, my ass. A lotus flower in full bloom. I want to cherish you. I am yours." I reached forward, grasping her ass cheeks pulling her to the edge of the berth, both hands gripping and squeezing, kneading while my mouth found her navel, nipping and scr****g my teeth over her stomach.She snaked her fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp while encouraging me to explore more. She reached down to my neck, trying to loosen my loincloth when inspiration struck me. "Sushma do you trust me?" She replied throatily.