Well, enough laying here staring at him for now. That need for water and aspirin, and a new need to go to the bathroom, are taking over, so I roll ove..., find the floor with my feet and bid a hasty retreat to the bathroom just outside my bedroom door. A quick splash of lukewarm tap water into the glass on the counter, a couple – better make it three – aspirin popped into the mouth and a quick seat on the toilet. There we go, now we’re getting things done. After a quick wipe, I stop to examine. He couldn’t take it anymore. Jake grabbed the neckline and yanked down hard. The material tore easily, leaving Amy’s tits exposed and leaving Jake breathless. He bent his head and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple, while using his thumb on her right nipple. Amy, having learned her lesson, stood there without moving, but continued to cry and whimper softly. Jake reached down and pushed her dress up again, putting two fingers into her cunt rather roughly.. To counter that, I rigged up a belt that would hold my knife, my war club, and my pistol all at one time. I even was able to carry spare ammunition in a pouch that Spring Flower had made for me. Of course, I always wore a loincloth whenever I was outside, except when I was playing or bathing in the stream.That was the one habit I kept from the White culture. Unlike the other members of the village, I bathed in the stream at least once a week, and Spring Flower commented that I was the only. She sat back with one leg over the arm of the couch and began to absentmindedly stroke her swollen, wet pussy and check out her mystery man's pictures again. As her fingers trailed slowly up and down her lips she began to really study the pictures. He was not old, though the pictures and his profile didn't say how old her was. She could also tell that he either spent a lot of time outdoors or spent a great deal of money tanning. The idea that he could go to a tanning bed actually turned her off.