You are leaving a wet spot as a remembrance of our visit. I lift a leg from behind your knee."Hold your legs up ... high," I rasp.You grab behind both...knees and raise your legs. As you do you expose your anus to my eyes. I haven't seen it since last night and I've missed it. I lower my mouth to your ass and shower it with kisses and licks. Closer and closer I move to your secret spot. My tongue goes above it, then below it. You start to wiggle as I continue to tease. God, how I love to do that.. It was just a good excuse to get away. We fished but mostly drank and talked. Russell and I have a lot in common. One of those commonalities is that our sex lives have gone in the toilet. Neither one of us knew how it happened but for the last five years, sex has become infrequent and boring.Don’t get me wrong; I love getting it on my wife. Russell and I agreed it has become hop on, pump till we cum and go to sleep. Very little else.Russell, in the same position as I am, tried to come up with. I finally exhaled his hazel eyes dark and full of lust. "We need to leave or we will fall behind schedule," he said, his voice a little deeper than normal. "Schedule?" "Yes, don't question me." I smiled and even laughed a little. He raised an eyebrow at me. I stopped smiling and mumbled “Okay,” then smiled again. "You know on second thought, I most likely will anyways." He shook his head, "I should have assumed, but I don't mind a challenge." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him, but I was. He heard a few gasps and knew that it was Moon Flower and Pretty Storm. They were probably the only ones that knew who the visitor was."Thundering Buffalo, it is unusual to see the 'Shaman' so far from the spirit lodge. I am honored to have you at my fire. May I offer you food or drink?" Fighting Hawk sat and watched the old man's eyes carefully. He had no official power in the village, but official and reality were two different things. His power was just as real as Gray Eagle."You are most.