Turning off the water I slowly sank lower to where only my face was above the waterline, the heat felt so good settling around my body and I was about...to fall asleep. My thoughts were dreamy as I visualized Bunny and how she had taken me from behind the night before, the feel of her cheeks as my hips slapped against them, her oration of glee as she came for the third time in the evening.We both knew that our sharing would be limited in the small tent nestled amongst several hundred others,. .Jodi was laying on the end of the hospital bed, lower body going right through the footboard running the width of the bed. He could see her eyes rise in the darkness, seeming to glow as they met his. They smiled at him.His eyes closed, head pressing back into the pillow. Fourteen years. A decade and a half had passed, yet he could still feel...She licked him again, the lick turning into a gentle sucking of the head. He was hard. Harder than he had been since coming to the hospital. Harder than. Under ordinary circumstances my wife would laugh and push the conversation in another direction, so it surprised me when Derwen handed our baby to the attending acolyte and took my hand, leading us out in to the garden.We walked to our favorite willow tree, looking over the pond where a pair of white swans patrolled the water. Derwen divulged that after the Raiders had left the last port town, she had a new express station built at the Rock River. It now had two wooden blockhouses that. I would sniff the fragrant scent of her vagina on my fingers, and avoid washing it off if possible!We had settled into a routine of mutual masturbation sessions, most afternoons, and she taught me how to stimulate her, and give her the most intense orgasms. I learnt where she was most sensitive, and had begun to love the sensation of licking her clitoris, and slipping my tongue into the warm wetness of her pussy tunnel, which was like an exotic mouth, full of tastes and smells, and surrounded.