Heck, she even seemed to be enjoying it which was so unexpectedly batshit crazy to me.But I was in too deep to question her motives at all. Whatever h...r reasons for allowing me to have sex with her, they would all come out when she was ready for them to. Sometimes, maybe, the smart thing is to not say or do anything at all. Just go with the flow and enjoy the moment no matter how long it lasts. But, holy shit, these past two days had been a fucking blast and then some.*The early morning of the. I went and said hi and sat down. We chatted for a few minutes, I got my drink, which helped my nerves for sure. After I relaxed we started to talk about the plans for the night and he made it really clear it was just about the sex, he said he was attracted to me and he said he liked my ass in that skirt. He also asked if I was sure I wanted to do it, which was nice. We left and he followed me home, as we got to the front door my Husband opened it and said you made it home. I introduced him to. It was enough of a foundation to build on, and I soon learned the trading language of gesture, which was held in common with most of the tribes which had intercourse and exchange, and with those who interacted with them, and so forth. My bride's name was Do rah meh, and she indicated that it meant the swift swooping flight of a small bird. I tested this meaning by indicating the same bird at rest, and getting a negative response. I was intrigued to note that a side to side nod of the head meant. Then she figured it out. "I'm so sorry Yuri, you're not jealous are you?" Of course not," Yuri kissed her on the mouth reassuringly. "He is very handsome." It's his eyes!" Honey blurted out. "He has the cutest eyes!"Yuri giggled. "He did seem to like you too." Her hands began to move over Honey's body again. "He seemed to like this too," her fingers traced Honey's hairless pussy. "Have I ever told you how sexy you look shaved?" Not recently," Honey said with a giggle.Yuri blushed suddenly..